Outside Naga City, warfare continued under the dim light.
Growling low in a way that set people on edge, Poison Scorpion Lions with fierce eyes attacked the Magic Language Bats in the air.
These high-level Demon Beasts with an average level of 8 or 9 were absolute dominators of the skies, the demons of the sky.
But these ferocious lives encountered something unexpected when they clashed with the Magic Language Bats.
Crossbows in the air.
Fixed behind the Magic Language Bats, the air crossbows had undergone several improvements and now, whether it was attack strength or shooting accuracy, had made great strides.
At that moment, these crossbows once again transformed into the Death God's scythe, beginning to reap souls.
When there was still a distance of two or three hundred blades between the Poison Scorpion Lions and the Magic Language Bats, the Magic Language Knights riding behind squeezed the trigger.
Whiz~whiz~whiz~
