The coalition of gods advanced swiftly toward the goblin gathering point. Despite the size of their force, they maintained formation without compromising combat effectiveness, and made no stops along the way.
With over a hundred thousand troops marching together, stealth was impossible. Yet no one made the slightest attempt to conceal their movements. They surged forward with overwhelming momentum, a tide of power bearing down on the enemy.
By the time they arrived, tens of thousands of goblins had already assembled outside their settlement. The goblins had formed a loose battle formation, snarling and baring their jagged teeth at the approaching force, as if trying to intimidate their enemies through sheer noise.
The battlefield now held more than 450,000 warriors. Even more goblins were pouring in from the surrounding areas, flooding the plains. Everywhere the eye could see, a writhing sea of green bodies stretched across the land.
It was a suffocating sight, like staring into an endless wave poised to crash down on them.
"Advance!" Lin Ye commanded, his voice calm and resolute.
There was no need for further words. Hundreds of thousands of elite warriors were facing over 300,000 goblins. It was time for war.
The half-elf archers raised their bows in unison. Their fingers released the strings, and a storm of arrows screamed into the sky.
Unlike the untrained human archers of the Night Tribe, these elves were born marksmen. With minimal instruction, they became deadly shooters.
Swish, swish, swish!
Three volleys of arrows shot out in succession, instantly raining down on the goblin horde. Goblins who lacked armor or even shields dropped by the dozens, turning the center of the formation into a bloody mess.
At the same moment, the Minotaur warriors in the vanguard clashed with the goblin frontline.
These goblins were not the same as the weaklings captured during the Night Tribe raid. Smarter, more organized, they had positioned their most fearsome monsters at the front.
Towering over three meters tall, the goblin monsters were nearly half a meter taller than the already imposing Minotaurs.
"Die!"
The Minotaur leader roared and swung his massive axe downward. A surge of blood-red energy exploded from the weapon, carving through three goblin monsters in a single strike.
Bathed in blood, he lifted his axe again and bellowed skyward.
The rest of the Minotaur warriors followed with grim precision. Shields raised high, they absorbed the crushing blows of the goblin monsters' maces, then countered with short axes, cleaving deep into green flesh.
Blood sprayed in arcs.
The goblin monsters were fierce, but there were only about three thousand of them. The Minotaurs, on the other hand, numbered ten thousand and held a three-to-one advantage.
Fighting in coordinated pairs, the heavily armored Minotaurs bore down on their foes like juggernauts.
Behind them, the remaining Tauren warriors led waves of Pigman soldiers, charging past the monster line and into the heart of the goblin army.
Mo Kongwu wasn't a master strategist. None of his orcish lieutenants were either. So his approach was brutally simple.
Charge. Smash. Kill.
The Minotaurs broke the front line, and the Pigmen flooded through the gap, plunging the battlefield into chaotic, savage melee.
This was orc warfare at its rawest. No flanks, no diversions—just a test of who could endure longer, who could strike harder.
Victory or death.
It echoed the tactics of the Night Tribe's previous battle, but the orcs lacked even that level of structure. What they did have was overwhelming physical power and an unrelenting thirst for battle.
The goblin army, despite its numbers, began to crack under the pressure.
The Minotaurs carved a bloody trail through the enemy ranks. Underfoot, the field turned into crimson mud. Their armor was soaked with blood.
With every swing of their axes, another goblin was torn apart. One blow was often enough to fell even the larger specimens.
On either side, human warriors entered the fray.
The right flank, led by Ye Dashan of the Night Tribe, was composed of dark-armored infantry. They spread into a tight formation, shields in their left hands, blades in their right, and faced the enemy's surge without a hint of panic.
Their defense held.
Block with shield, cut with sword.
Each slash was swift and deadly. Goblins fell one by one, sliced cleanly apart.
There was no theatrics, no bloodthirsty roars—only silent, methodical killing. The dark-armored warriors didn't pursue or push too deep. They remained in position, disciplined and focused, protecting the army's flanks and rear.
Meanwhile, 25,000 jackal warriors stormed forward.
Unlike the calm discipline of the heavy infantry, the jackals fought with savage abandon.
"Ahhhh!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Hahahaha!"
Howls and laughter rang through the battlefield as they tore into the goblin ranks like a whirlwind.
Blades swung wildly, cutting through enemy after enemy. The jackals didn't see foes in front of them, only obstacles to be shredded.
Compared to the Minotaur's brute force or the dark warriors' quiet efficiency, the jackals embodied pure savagery. The longer the fight dragged on, the more they gave into their bloodlust.
Defense meant little to them. They traded injuries for kills without hesitation.
A shallow wound in exchange for a goblin's life? A good deal in their eyes.
Even though this reckless tactic wasn't cost-effective—especially when they held the advantage—the jackals embraced it with a grin and a war cry.
Their rampage quickly outpaced even the Minotaurs, slashing deeper into enemy territory than anyone else.
"Brother, these jackal warriors of yours are beasts," Lin Ye remarked, unable to hide his admiration.
It was hard not to notice. Their speed and brutality were unmatched.
Su Xingyu chuckled, a touch of pride in his voice.
"Not bad, right? Yours aren't too shabby either."
Lin Ye accepted the compliment with a calm nod.
Elsewhere, the light-armored human warriors joined the fray.
They didn't fight with flashy power or overwhelming aggression. Their style was precise and controlled.
Shields up, swords out. They advanced slowly and steadily.
Goblins who got close rarely survived more than a few seconds.
There was no need for shouts or blood-soaked charges. Their technique did the work.
Block. Parry. Counter. Kill.
Su Xingyu, observing the battlefield through the eyes of his Sky-Splitting Eagle, quickly picked up on their excellence.
These warriors of light were calm under pressure. They blocked goblin strikes with precision, wasted no energy, and struck at vital points with surgical timing.
Every action had purpose. Every motion was refined.
Behind that simplicity was terrifying skill.
More importantly, their raw strength was no less than that of the Night Tribe's elite.
Among all the armies gathered here, only Lin Ye's warriors could stand side by side with the Night Tribe in terms of raw power.
And with the goblin horde breaking down across multiple fronts, that strength was finally on full display.