At this moment, the Griffin Knights finally breathed a sigh of relief, but in the blink of an eye, seeing the Great Demons flapping their wings and approaching slowly, their hair stood on end.

Compared to those Thunderstorm Birds, these Great Demons were even more suffocating.

If both were enemies, they would definitely prefer to face the Thunderstorm Birds, at least there's a chance to win.

Would these demons spare them?

No one knew, damn it, they were demons!

From the Abyss, evil, dark, brutal demons!!

All the negative adjectives were insufficient to describe their terror, they were the epitome of ultimate darkness and villainy!

Ackman waved his hand, stabilizing the troops.

With the spatial energy displayed by these demons, running away was meaningless.

Taking a deep breath, he urged the charred Griffin beneath him to move forward.

As a commander, he must have the determination to bear the fate of everyone.

A coward was unfit to serve in the Griffin Legion, nor to inherit the Bruno Clan's title!

"Ackman Bruno, greets you all, and thanks you for your assistance."

Though they were demons, the other side had helped him; even with much vigilance, he needed to figure out the situation.

He was not one of those reckless, fanatical believers of the Light camp shouting to kill demons at sight.

"This is my master's will... saving you has nothing to do with us."

The Great Demon in the middle said calmly.

Then, as if sensing something, it slowly flapped its wings, dispersing to reveal an open space.

Ackman's sight was filled with a somewhat surprising scene.

An impressive and handsome giant horned deer with twisted antlers was stepping through the air.

The spots of plum blossoms on its body were highlighted by green, making it stand out.

The green moss on its head swayed with the wind, exuding a feeling of vitality.

On its back sat a human youth with a straight posture, deep eyes, and a face so handsome it left one in awe.

Contrary to his young appearance, his eyes carried a profound dignity.

Wearing a blood-colored crown on his head made him even more conspicuous, like a natural center of attention.

As he approached, the dignity he exuded became increasingly overwhelming.

Only when facing his own father, the head of the Bruno Clan, a Level 19 powerhouse, had he felt such an oppressive aura.

It was the unique aura of an upper position.

A Sovereign who controlled the fate of countless lives!

His heart trembled.

Who was this youth?

This aura... was far from ordinary!

Moreover, are all these demons his subordinates?

Shocked and doubtful, he sensed that the giant deer beneath him also emitted an intimidating aura.

It surprisingly matched those Great Demons...

Level 15!

Based on the aura emitted by their own family's strong ones, Ackman determined the other's strength.

His heart trembled.

Even as the first heir of a Marquis, he had to maintain respect in front of a Level 15 powerhouse.

They were the upper echelon of their clan, supporting every aspect.

Yet now... this youth actually commanded a group of seven Level 15 subordinates!

And from the looks of it, he held absolute control over them.

Who on earth was he?

Taking a deep breath, with a trembling mind, he intended to go and greet him.

But suddenly, he felt the griffin beneath him stiffen.

Then it started to tremble unnaturally.

In his heart, Ackman wondered, what was happening?

As he puzzled, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a colossal figure slowly flying up from below.

Its fully metallic body reflected a scorching light, filled with indestructible solidity.

Its wingspan exceeded 20 meters, inscribed with complex inscriptions, generating strong airflows as it flapped.

Its head was hideous, sulfur-yellow eyes carrying a chilling killing intent.

The terrifying pressure it emitted seemed to grip his heart tightly.

Gulp, Ackman swallowed hard.

"A dragon... Dragon?!!"

Amidst the shock, Ackman felt a bit dizzy.

He was no naive low-level slave, having grown up in the Marquis Clan, he had seen much of the world.

It was precisely for this reason that he understood its terror.

A Level 15 High Tier Hero, in Lorand City, could entirely command a legion!

And now a whole group of them was commanded by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old human.

This youth seemed much younger than him, why did he possess such terrifying power?!

Who on earth was he?

The giant dragon encased in metal slowly flew to the sky, then began to circle beneath the youth.

Its posture was humble, void of the dragon's inherent pride.

His heart was utterly shocked, taking a deep breath, barely stabilizing his mind, cautiously prompting the griffin beneath him to fly forward.

"Honorable sir, Ackman of the Bruno Clan extends the highest greetings to you."

"Thank you for your rescue... This gratitude, as heavy as mithril, will be forever remembered in my heart!"

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