In the end, the mighty female knight plummeted from the lofty sky, and the black wings trailing behind her dissolved into billows of black smoke and vanished.

Many knights beheld this sight, and in an instant, their resolve as knights wavered. With the slightest carelessness, they were either wounded or met their demise at the hands of the attacking demons.

The battle line showed faint signs of impending collapse.

The warriors engaged in combat with the high-ranking demons in the sky employed their battle qi to stir the air, issuing deafening commands!

"Do not slacken your efforts! We have not yet been vanquished! The demon leader is also grievously injured! There is no need to be afraid!"

"You are fearless warriors! How can you retreat because of this minor setback! Grasp your weapons firmly!"

These words carried an inspiring effect, and soon the battle line was steadied once more.

Several senior warriors attempted to break through the obstructions posed by the high-ranking and upper-ranking demons to rescue Fitt, yet they were entirely unsuccessful.

The enemies were far too powerful, and they could not extricate themselves in the least.

Fitt's body crashed to the rear of the demon army, and a horde of demons was on the verge of swarming forth to tear her asunder and devour her.

However, the demon leader intervened and halted them.

The colossal skeletal dragon descended, and the demon leader leaped in front of Fitt. Its voice was laden with barely concealed mockery. "What a pity, what a pity. It's truly a great shame. In all my long years, I've never before experienced the taste of death. How should I express my gratitude to you?"

Fitt propped herself up with her knight's sword, struggling to raise her head. The expression in her eyes beneath the helmet remained unknowable.

Yet the demon leader was certain that it must be a look of unwillingness, which brought it great satisfaction.

The skeletal dragon circled behind Fitt to prevent her from making an escape.

"Perhaps, I could transform you into a powerful upper-ranking demon. You could serve under my command and join me in slaughtering your own kind. What do you think?"

The demon leader took great pleasure in goading its enemies with words, especially those who had nearly claimed its life.

Its words were, without a doubt, unacceptable to Fitt. She had already resolved that if the demon leader truly attempted to demonize her, she would destroy her own knight's heart, ensuring that even if she were transformed into a demon, she would pose little threat to the kingdom.

Upon seeing the female knight tremble slightly, the demon leader let out a triumphant and hideous laugh. It raised its demonic sword high, poised to thrust it into Fitt's chest and infuse her with a vast quantity of demonic essence.

At that very moment.

A copious amount of black smoke imbued with a dense curse aura suddenly materialized in the air. This was distinctly not Fitt's battle qi; the two were fundamentally dissimilar.

The massive skeletal dragon sensed something amiss and let out a warning roar, yet it was unable to pinpoint the enemy's location.

The demon leader also detected the unfamiliar presence and was on the verge of summoning the skeletal dragon to protect itself when a colossal wolf claw pierced through its chest!

The soul fire beneath the helmet throbbed violently with extreme rage!

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It had been caught off guard by a sneak attack!

As the claw that had pierced its chest lifted, the demon leader's body was hoisted off the ground.

Fitt's eyes, hidden beneath the helmet, were filled with shock as she witnessed this scene. She thought she caught a glimpse of a faint outline flickering within the black smoke, yet she simply could not bring herself to believe what she was seeing.

The demon leader, hoisted up by the claw, turned around and found itself face to face with a pair of enormous, glowing eyes.

As the black smoke dispersed, a werewolf standing approximately six meters in height emerged on the battlefield.

All those who beheld this sight were left stunned and speechless.

"Isn't the highest level a werewolf can attain the fifth level? Is this merely a fifth-level werewolf?"

"You might as well ask the gods! They might have the answer!"

Exclamations of astonishment rippled through the ranks of the knights engaged in combat.

"Werewolf..." The demon leader's voice was dripping with malice. At this moment, it was the one filled with the most profound unwillingness.

As one of the esteemed demon leaders of the mighty Flame Tribe, it had been sneak attacked by a despicable and lowly creature. It was an intolerable humiliation!

A surging tide of curse power flooded into the demon leader's body, effortlessly breaching the demonic flames that offered little resistance.

Consumed by extreme hatred, the soul fire within the helmet was extinguished.

The skeletal dragon, with its master in Glen's grasp, did not dare to act rashly at first.

But it never anticipated that this seemingly insignificant lowly creature would actually have the audacity to slay its master. In a fit of wild fury, the flames on its body flared brightly, and it charged headlong towards Glen!

Fitt was caught between the two combatants, unable to move. Just as she thought she was about to become a casualty in the fierce battle between the two beasts, the giant wolf swatted her away without hesitation.

The force of the swat was applied with great skill. It did not cause her excessive harm but sent her flying a considerable distance, and she landed precisely in the arms of a griffin knight.

"Lady Fitt, I shall take you to receive treatment posthaste!"

"Wait, Nightclaw!"

Fitt urgently inquired about the condition of her mount.

"Your mount has been conveyed away by several bishops. It should be out of danger,"

Upon hearing this, Fitt finally felt at ease.

Originally, she had intended to sacrifice herself and her mount to secure victory in this war. But now that she had survived, she naturally did not wish for her mount to perish.

She cast one final glance at the werewolf and the skeletal dragon locked in combat. Then, she closed her eyes and lapsed into unconsciousness.

The death of the leader threw all the low-ranking demons into disarray. Only some of the high-ranking demons spared the effort to attempt control, but the outcome of the battle was already sealed!

These low-ranking demons, with limited intelligence and consumed by a relentless desire for destruction, would launch indiscriminate attacks on everything around them. Even their own kind would not be spared if they happened to provoke them.

The kingdom's army seized this opportunity to advance, leaving no demon in the upper realm unaccounted for.

"No! The great leader should not have met such a disgraceful end! Werewolf! You shall pay dearly!" An upper-ranking demon covered in tentacles roared with a voice full of grief and indignation, attempting to charge towards Glen.

This time, however, it was the senior warriors who stepped in to block their path.

It was not that they intended to assist Glen. Rather, they currently lacked the combat power to deal with the skeletal dragon. It was optimal to let the abnormal werewolf and the skeletal dragon fight each other to the point of mutual exhaustion, so that they could gain the initiative.

If these upper-ranking demons joined the fray, their desired outcome would not be achieved.

On the distant battlefield.

The gigantic werewolf was locked in a brutal close-quarters battle with the skeletal dragon.

In comparison to the skeletal dragon, even in his most powerful form, Glen's stature was significantly smaller. His entire body length was less than that of the dragon's neck.

Yet his strength was only marginally inferior, and his skills were more than sufficient to make up for the disparity.

This was the first time Glen had employed his most powerful form against an enemy. It felt as though an inexhaustible well of strength coursed through his body.

Each exertion of force was accompanied by thick black smoke of curse, which corroded everything in its vicinity.

However, this was still somewhat inferior to the flames on the skeletal dragon. He could feel the searing pain of the demonic flames on his skin.

This action was carried out only after careful deliberation. Originally, he had planned to slay the demon leader and then make his escape. But he had not anticipated that the skeletal dragon would be so unwaveringly loyal, as if determined to engage him in a battle to the death.

The skeletal dragon's head continuously attempted to unleash its dragon's breath upon Glen, but each time Glen either blocked it or grasped its jaws, preventing it from doing so.

Consumed by anger, it lashed out at Glen with its claws in a frenzy, the force of its attacks reaching a terrifying level.

However, for Glen, whose evasion skills were highly honed, these were minor challenges. The primary issue was the troublesome flames, which were extremely difficult to contend with.

No matter how much black smoke he summoned, he could not extinguish the flames. Instead, the black smoke was completely incinerated.