The battle of the guardian beasts was about to erupt, with two ferociously powerful forces colliding with an air current, tearing a massive gash in the ground.
Seventeen guardian beasts simultaneously charged at the Ice Wing Dragon Bat, turning the sky gray, with hail mixed with rain painting a doomsday scene.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a battle of the century!" Zhang Menglong sat atop a gigantic insect clan creature, eating fruit and drinking, as if this battle had nothing to do with him.
The Ice Wing Dragon Bat was indeed formidable. Seventeen against one, yet it maintained an undefeated stance in a short time. Its size was more than twice that of other guardian beasts, and a flick of its tail could drive back several guardian beasts. It could conjure an ice shield before it at any moment, acting like an omnipresent armor blocking attacks time and again.
"This old bat is too fierce," Zhang Menglong clicked his tongue in amazement, "Looks like it needs some psychological tactics!"
