The Flaming Leopards opened their mouths, emitting low growls, as if trying to intimidate the undead crawling out of the river.

Their sharp claws slightly curved, and their whole bodies tensed, poised for attack, ready to leap like flaming meteors across the moat.

However, they remained motionless, quietly observing, seemingly waiting for the perfect moment.

"Reporting, Commander, the sky is currently filled with Thunderbirds, and the Flaming Leopards are responsible for the ground attack."

"They seem to fear the turbulent moat, glaring from the outside with intense watchfulness."

The Pet Beast Master responsible for intelligence reported the situation to Zhang Jian through a device resembling a telephone worm.

"Flaming Leopards are very intelligent exotic beasts; they seem to be waiting for the Thunderbirds to make the first move, then strike at the best opportunity."

"The Magma Dragon Turtle seems to have fallen asleep, causing its control over the exotic beast pack to weaken."

"The Flaming Leopards appear to be resisting the control of the Flaming Dragon Turtle but dare not do so openly."

"This seems to be good news for us."

Beside them, exotic beast observers and emotional analysis experts were studying the state of the beast tide, using their knowledge to provide the most accurate attack plan.

Meanwhile, numerous top professors at the Imperial Capital Research Institute were analyzing the feasibility of taming Thunderbirds and Flaming Leopards.

Both Thunderbirds and Flaming Leopards represent top choices in terms of appearance and combat power.

They began planning bait in the laboratory that could lure Thunderbirds and Flaming Leopards.

This was a major event for the entire Flame Country, with all research institutions and logistics starting operations.

Various medical resources were sent to the South Heaven Gate Fortress.

Everyone knew the importance of this battle.

Zhang Jian sat in the main seat with his eyes closed, secretly pondering the next steps.

The current situation at South Heaven Gate had already been reported to the Imperial Capital, with top strategists analyzing the battle situation.

The aura of the Magma Dragon Turtle had started to diminish, and the Flaming Leopards, once intimidated, were gradually recovering.

If this group of Flaming Leopards could be trapped in a Secret Realm, it would weaken the beast tide and provide the Pet Beast Masters with more contractable pet beasts.

The Flaming Leopards have an impressive appearance, making them a good choice for mounts or main battle pets.

Compared to the limitations of using Beast Cards, all exotic beasts in a Beast Card must not exhibit rebellious feelings; they are easiest to incorporate into Beast Cards when willing or unconscious.

If an exotic beast struggles or uses skills during the process of being incorporated into a Beast Card, it can cause significant damage to the card's space, possibly resulting in its instant rupture, forming a spatial storm.

Moreover, there is a significant limitation to using Secret Realms: general spatial gates only have a maximum size of ten meters by ten meters.

Unless special Space Stones are used to expand the spatial gates.

With thousands of Flaming Leopards, leading so many through the spatial gate might cause blockage.

If bait irresistible to Flaming Leopards could be found to lure them into the Secret Realm Space willingly, it would be best.

"Let us hold our ground for now, and when the Thunderbirds begin their assault, activate the protective shield to drain some of their current first."

"Our goal is to store ample electric energy and capture both Thunderbirds and Flaming Leopards."

"General Han Yan, please tally up how many Secret Realms we have and bring them all out."

Flaming Leopards are also regarded as rare exotic beasts, with their evolved form being the Flaming Cloud Leopards, who tread on auspicious clouds, soaring in the air.

It is rare to see such large groups of Flaming Cloud Leopards; one must find ways to capture some.

Now, it is up to the experts and professors at the Imperial Capital Research Institute to come up with a feasible plan.

Zhang Jian had a vague premonition that time was running out.

Once the Magma Dragon Turtle wakes up from its slumber, it will once again command the exotic beasts to attack.

Now is just a moment to catch one's breath.

The twilight darkened, the sky seemed painted with a deep indigo hue, with countless golden and silver serpents writhing through it, emitting bursts of thunder.

Even with Thunderbirds covering the sky, the setting sun still managed to cast its rays on the earth through the gaps.

Within the Heroic Cemetery, pines and cypresses stood tall like soldiers in formation, silent and solemn.

The tombstones were weathered and bore the deep marks of time.

Occasionally, petals drifted down with the wind in the cemetery, gently covering the graves of heroes.

Bundles of long-wilted wildflowers lay scattered in front of the graves.

In the distance, countless Omen Crows cawed overhead, their cries echoing in the serene cemetery, adding a touch of melancholy.

They are the pathfinders of the Netherworld, the soul-soothers of the undead.

But today seemed unusual, with streams of black airflow flowing beneath numerous tombstones.

Suddenly, a crack opened up beside a tombstone, and a large number of corpses struggled to climb out from it.

They were transformed into undead, empty eye sockets gazing vacantly around.

Numerous Omen Crows descended upon the corpses, pecking at them with their sharp beaks, devouring them one by one.

Suddenly, one corpse stretched out a powerful hand, grabbing an Omen Crow's head and twisting it sharply.

This Tier Four exotic beast was instantly decapitated, black blood oozing from the headless body.

The corpses were devouring the Omen Crow's blood in gulps, further spurring their hunger.

The sound of gnawing on bones echoed in the cemetery; after 'eating their fill and drinking enough,' they seemed to sense an inexplicable call, swaying and walking slowly into the distance.

Deep within the Heroic Cemetery, a row of 'people' in black robes, moving stiffly, stood aligned, emanating the stench of decay.

Having been buried for so long, many corpses had rotted, leaving white bones exposed.

Only the strong above Tier Six might have their corpses remain intact, to be made into Corpse Puppets; the Omen Crows had already selected a batch of qualified 'tools' for the Corpse Speaker.

The Corpse Speaker's eyes were hidden by his hair as he wielded a massive shovel, digging up a coffin.

This coffin contained the resting place of a Tier Seven strong warrior.

"Soon, very soon, my Corpse Puppet army will be complete."

"Thunder Pet Beast Master Lei Ou, you will become my meticulously crafted Corpse Puppet to fight for me on the battlefield."

"The more Corpse Puppets I have, the stronger I become."

"Hahaha."

A hint of madness flickered in the Corpse Speaker's eyes.

At that moment, a sound of flapping wings came from the air, growing louder, suggesting that someone was approaching.

The Corpse Speaker was a cautious person; he looked up toward the sky.

Two black shadows raced from afar.

He licked his slightly parched lips.

"More people coming to die."

"Just right, the Corpse Puppet I painstakingly created was lost by the Eternal Songstress Zhang Zou."

"I'll use those who disturbed me as offerings for the Corpse Puppet."

As the shadows drew closer, the Corpse Speaker looked up and suddenly spotted a purple Poison Dragon Butterfly, its body covered with Dragon Scales.

There was also a Light Goddess Butterfly exuding a faint silvery-white light, appearing like an angel descending.

He saw who stood on the back of the butterfly-like exotic beasts!

It's her?

Why did this person come to the South Heaven Gate Fortress?

As a renowned researcher in the Flame Country, a rising star, the Corpse Speaker had long harbored an infatuation with her beauty.

Unfortunately, she was protected by high-tier Pet Beast Masters; several attempts by the Corpse Speaker had failed, leaving him with regrets.

Yet, it was fine, having lost Zhang Jie; another person had come like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Zhang Lingxue is more beautiful than Zhang Jie and more suitable to become a Corpse Puppet."

Having found the perfect artwork, the Corpse Speaker licked his lips, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Seeing the perfect artwork, the Corpse Speaker appeared extremely excited.

"Go, my little darlings, capture and make them one of you."

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