On weekdays, these races had some friction and spectacles with each other. They either fought directly or stayed away from each other. Under the current circumstances, they were surprisingly harmonious.
After all, Mi Ao and the others were fewer in number. Even with the advantage of terrain, they could not be invincible. After a short while, they retreated while fighting, and they were already pressed back by the guards pouring in.
"Are you stupid?!" Oswald shouted angrily.
The people who were released from the prison finally recovered from their surprise and stupor and jumped into the battle.
"Are you from Leiyin City or our Golden Lion Country? Oh, no matter what you do, you're still an Ona people. Do you think you're a giant beast-man? Fight with your bare hands! Grab your sword!" Mi Ao beat and scolded, almost causing a few stunned heads to vomit blood.
The giant beast, in their beast forms, wedges the front, and the humans follow behind!
"No matter which country the Ona tribe is from, those who grab a sword should fight on both sides! The spirit race will lead, and you who practice witchcraft should see and kill!" Kevin slashed through two guards and shouted to the chaotic crowd.
Oswald was extremely tall, and he stood out in the flood-like crowd, clearly exceeding the average height of the Ona tribe. Even standing in front of the giant beast, he was not so intimidating. He twisted the neck of a guard, avoided another stabbing sword, knocked the weapon off the guard's hands with his own, grabbed the guard's arm, and fell on his back, pinning the guard to the sand.
The guard screamed and was instantly melted into a pile of sand.
Mi Ao also attracted a group of people, and they were all buried in the sand.
"No..." Oswald snorted and took advantage of his height to glance over. They had killed wave after wave, but a steady stream of guards were pouring into the dungeon, with no end in sight. They would be exhausted before they could kill them all.
Kevin reminded without looking back: "Look for the airy gap above your head! Go find Dan!"
Oswald glanced up and stared intently for a moment, finally finding a small cobweb-like crack beside the air hole. He understood immediately what Kevin had meant.
Turning to the charging Dan, Oswald grabbed the strongman by the arm and shouted over the din, "What is your beast form, roasted bird?"
Dan glared at him. "You're the only one who's roasting birds!"
"Answer me! Do you want to live?!" Oswald almost yelled in Dan's ear, but even though he was taller than the average Ona tribesman, he was still far too short to be heard over the Behemoths' roars.
"Fine," Dan roared back. "Eagle."
Oswald killed another guard and probed him, but found nothing. He removed the guard's half-fingered gauntlet and put it on his hand. He pointed at the crack gap on the top of his head and commanded, "Change shape! Fly!"
Dan, who was disguised, reluctantly changed shape. The sound of a hawk echoed in the tunnel. The large raptor could barely use its fists and feet in the cramped space. It took a long time for it to fully extend its wings.
Oswald unceremoniously rolled onto Dan's back.
Dan: "..."
Dan flapped its wings, creating a gust of wind that knocked over the guards nearby.
Seeing this, Dan realized that it had found a new way to attack. It became energized and flapped its giant wings one after another, making it difficult for the guards to stand firm.
"Damn it, I'm going to charge into the enemy's nest!" Dan roared, revealing a long scar on his face.
Dan whacked Oswald twice more, in an unfriendly manner.
Oswald: "..."