"You go play well, I'll handle that middle-aged man." Zilvra wrapped her cloak tightly around her, instantly melding into the surrounding shadows. Only her voice floated on the wind: "Black Dragon, remember, do not disturb my fun!"
The Black Dragon snorted softly, stomped fiercely, and turned to charge towards the battlefield where the battle puppets were. During his run, his exquisite suit suddenly burst apart, transforming into shreds of fabric flung into the air. A long howl echoed in the temple.
At this moment, the battle puppets realized it was too time-consuming to break through their opponents' defenses with their fists, so they took two steps back and started charging at the steel line formed by the knights. Their heavy bodies resembled wild horses unleashed, accompanied by the dense and thunderous sound of stamping, directly charging towards the shield formation. This time, even if their shields remained undamaged, these humans could no longer stand safely in place.
