Chapter 629: Chapter 270: Alien Race War In the depths of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, the leader of the Hell Mages, Asmode, stood in the shadows, his expression dark as ink. He wore a black robe, and his long hair flowed over his shoulders like a dark mist. In his deep-set eyes, anger and disappointment flickered, seemingly capable of devouring all surrounding light. "Damn those lowly wretches!" Asmode growled through gritted teeth. Not long ago, he received intelligence — the Wizard Alliance had united with the Sea Race, Elf Race, and Dragon Race and launched an attack on the Demon Beast Mountain Range. "How dare they oppose us!" He suddenly turned around, looking at the dozen Hell Mages gathered behind him, their faces showing fear and trepidation. "You useless lot didn’t even notice their movements in advance! Are you all just here for nothing?" The Hell Mages looked at each other, some even lowering their heads, not daring to meet Asmode’s gaze. As their leader, he had always ruled this organization with cruelty and high pressure, and now, facing the impending battle, his rage reached its peak. "We could have easily destroyed those foolish races!" Asmode continued to roar, "Now I’m subject to such humiliation! They dared to unite, showing utter contempt for my authority!" At this moment, a young wizard hurriedly interrupted his fury. His face was filled with panic: "My lord! Our outer magical beasts are under significant attack, and they’ve already broken through our defenses!" "What?" A trace of disdain flashed in Asmode’s eyes but was quickly suppressed. He calmed down, folding his arms across his chest, thinking of the next countermeasure, "It seems we must take drastic measures." He slowly walked to the center of the cave, where there was a large stone tablet inscribed with ancient runes, emitting a faint and gloomy glow. Asmode extended a finger and gently touched the tablet, the runes on it immediately began to flicker. Under his guidance, those ancient laws were reactivated, and a powerful dark aura spread at once. "Summon my power!" he said coldly. "Awaken all the evil creatures lurking in this land, have them serve me! I will make those arrogant coalitions pay the price, let them understand the consequences of provoking me!" With his command, a gale rose, countless shadows emerging from surrounding hiding places. Various terrifying, distorted large magical beasts tore out from the soil and rocks, twisted by the Dark Power yet full of ferocity. At this moment, they all became weapons in Asmode’s hands, ready for the imminent battle. Meanwhile, on the battlefield outside. Strong individuals of each race were fully deploying their abilities, fiercely clashing with the continuously emerging magical beasts. However, they had yet to realize this battle had just begun, and a greater crisis was silently approaching. "I will personally participate in this revenge." Asmode’s lips curled into an insidious smile, that smile exuding treachery and determination, "Let those rebels witness the true power from the Abyss!" With Asmode’s command, an unprecedented war was about to unfold in the depths of the Demon Beast Mountain Range. The Dark Power surged like a tide, tens of thousands of magical beasts gathered under the call of the Evil Spell, forming a massive army of terrifying creatures. They were of various forms, twisted in shape, like phantoms from a nightmare, each exuding a horrifying aura. Meanwhile, outside the Demon Beast Mountain Range, the Wizard Alliance led by David was also prepared. They stood in neat formation on the battlefield, the races working together harmoniously, forming an unbreakable line of defense. The Sea Race Mage, Elf Archer, and Dragon Descendant Mage formed a perfect combination, their eyes fixed on the impending enemy troops. "Do not panic, everyone!" David stood at the forefront of the lineup, using firm and powerful words to inspire his allies. "We fight for peace! No matter how strong the enemy, we must never back down!" "For the Alien Race Continent, for the Wizard Alliance!" Everyone shouted in unison, feeling the strong and deep trust between each other. "Attack!" With David’s command, countless Elemental Magics and arrows flew into the sky, raining down on the enemy formations like a downpour. Streams of Fireballs, Frost, and even Lightning wove into a splendid scene, instantly repelling the charging magical beasts. The Sea Race Mage summoned massive water columns, drowning those creatures that got too close, while the Flying Dragons swooped from above, tearing the enemies apart with their claws. However, on the opposite side, Asmode did not retreat. He watched the battlefield intently, and his Hell Mages began to perform even more terrifying large-scale attacks. Under his command, numerous distorted large magical beasts madly lunged at the Wizard Alliance, tearing through the defense line at astonishing speed, causing constant chaos. "Release the Dark Tide!" Asmode commanded loudly, waving his hands. A pitch-black vortex rose from the ground, countless evil spirits leaping out, howling with a deep, vicious voice as they pounced on the enemy forces. These evil spirits not only attacked their opponents physically but also eroded the living’s minds, plunging them into fear and despair. Facing this undead force from the depths of Hell, the various races quickly had to respond.