Within the teleportation array, the same three figures remained, instantly recognizable as the leaders of their respective races. However, Ye Yun scanned the area but couldn't find any generals from the elven army.
Ye Yun surveyed the entire battlefield but saw no elven generals. Not even the distinctive boss markers on the map were present! This was very strange.
Ye Yun's appearance also drew the attention of the three 'veterans' within the teleportation array. These three had personally witnessed their five million soldiers from the Nine Great Divine Cities being utterly annihilated by a mere hundred thousand异人. Consequently, they had developed a sense of dread towards Fengle City.
Especially those four thousand-man legions, each capable of taking on a hundred ordinary soldiers! After their own forces had been repeatedly slaughtered by the defenders of Fengle City, they had believed their spring was finally arriving. Who would have thought that just over a dozen of the opposing side could stall an entire army of a hundred thousand elves?
"Damn it, is this elven prince an idiot? Our target is the city! The city! Not these 异人 here!" Xuan Yuan, watching the stalemated battlefield, couldn't help but curse loudly.
"Stop yelling. They have the upper hand now. What can we do when all our people are dead?" Ji Wu Mei watched the battlefield outside, her face pale.
She had been in the teleportation array for over fifteen hours. This meant the array could still protect her for another nine hours. Once those nine hours were up, she would be kicked out of the array's protective circle, and only death would await her!
"Fairy Ji, do you have any good suggestions?" An Chen Yu, also fearing death, asked. They were not 异人; death for them was final.
"What solution could she have? If you ask me, we should all go out together and try to persuade Sen Hai! Only then do we have a sliver of hope! Remember, we're all in the same boat now!" Xuan Yuan gritted his teeth as he looked at the elves outside.
As the Demon Son, Xuan Yuan was naturally antagonistic towards races like the Divine Race and the Elves. They would never have allied if not to suppress the rise of humanity. Even so, they still found each other disagreeable.
"That human destined one..." As Xuan Yuan was contemplating moving closer to Ji Wu Mei, An Chen Yu suddenly pointed at Ye Yun on the city wall, his expression filled with terror.
Ye Yun unfurled his Flowing Wind Wings and rose into the air. His simple cloth attire transformed into flaming armor. Waves of flame, exceeding a hundred meters, instantly drew the attention of the entire battlefield.
"Boss is here! Holy crap, I can finally escape this purgatory." Seeing Ye Yun, Xie Yi Feng, with no backbone, collapsed onto the ground. He paid no mind to the axes of a group of elven warriors constantly cleaving into him, dealing damage values in the three to four digits.
"Hey! Madman, this doesn't suit your madman reputation! Get up and kill a few more for me!" Chen Jia Mao and Xie Yi Feng had been fighting together, but now they had both become targets to be hacked at.
*Whoosh...*
A streak of white light flashed by, dealing terrifying damage values across the screen. One by one, all the elven warriors' attacks seemed to freeze, and then, to everyone's stunned disbelief, they were all cleaved in two!
Sword shadows! Countless sword shadows danced! Like a pot lid covering the sky, they descended from above.
*Buzz...*
Tens of thousands of miniature elves flapped their wings, generating a gust of wind. This airflow, like waves, scattered the projections of the light swords.
One sword strike, followed by ten thousand. Ye Yun's single sword strike had almost completely annihilated the elven warriors on the ground. However, less than half of the miniature elves in the air were lost.
To the three异族 within the teleportation array, Ye Yun's actions were akin to a divine being. Yet, they didn't know that Ye Yun himself was more shocked than they were!
"They can actually block my attack?! Is there any fairness in this world!" Ye Yun hadn't expected that there were still creatures that could survive his sword strike.
Ye Yun's attacks could easily kill not just demon butterflies but even divine masters of the Divine Race if they stood before him. Yet, these miniature elves could block more than half of his attack, which couldn't help but shock Ye Yun!
"You are the so-called destined one of humanity?!" Just as Ye Yun was preparing for a second wave of attack, a miniature elf, glowing with a verdant light, suddenly expanded its small body to become a three-meter-tall humanoid flying creature.
"Holy crap, your appearance is too disgusting! It's better when you're smaller and cuter!" Ye Yun was somewhat dumbfounded by the 'colossus' before him. This creature looked truly frightening. It resembled a magnified butterfly but possessed a gaping maw, a truly ghastly image.
"Human! Hand over the management authority of Fengle City! You will gain the friendship of my elven race!" The elf seemed to disregard Ye Yun's mockery and spoke in a deep voice, looking down at Ye Yun with arrogant eyes.
"What?"
"Is your brain waterlogged and then clamped by a door?! Go ask your parents before you talk to me!" Ye Yun looked at this terrifying monstrosity with utter bewilderment.
"Human! Do you know that you 异人 cannot stop the siege of our Nine Great Divine Cities? Instead of this, why not join our elven race? My elven race can guarantee you that your future achievements will not be beneath that of the gods!"
"This is a height your 异人 can never reach in this lifetime! Furthermore, rest assured, besides collecting 50% of Fengle City's revenue as tribute, the master of Fengle City will still be you! How about it?"
The elf finished speaking and gazed intently at Ye Yun. Ye Yun could clearly feel a surge of violent true energy flowing through the elf.
"Get lost!" Ye Yun unceremoniously blinked to its side, unleashing tens of thousands of light swords from behind him to sweep towards it.
*Whoosh...*
The elven general was no pushover. As Ye Yun blinked, he also erupted, spewing out a torrent of words, and instantly transformed the surrounding area into a giant net with strands like spider silk.
"You think weaving a net will save you? Don't you like ganging up on the fewer? Then taste what it's like to be ganged up on!"
In the blink of an eye, the wind churned behind Ye Yun, and hundreds of thousands of sword projections appeared, attacking the surviving elves like a storm.
"Heh heh, alright, they're busy now. I think it's time for me to have a chat with you three!"
Ye Yun ignored the terrified elves behind him and, with a flash, appeared at the edge of the teleportation array. He looked at the three figures within and grinned sinisterly.