Under the command of their generals, the Dagan Dynasty's army of a hundred thousand cultivators surged forward like raging tides, wave after wave crashing against Wanze City's protective formation.
Every assault carried the force of mountains collapsing and seas overturning, making heaven and earth tremble.
The soldiers at the front held massive spiritual energy shields high in both hands. The shields locked together without a single gap, forming an impregnable line of defense.
Their figures seemed small behind those shields, yet their resolute eyes appeared to proclaim to the world that this line could never be broken.
"Brothers, hold the line! Not one step back!"
A Squad Leader shouted at the top of his lungs, veins bulging across his forehead.
Even amid the howling spiritual energy and the thunderous clashes of spells, his voice remained perfectly clear.
The cultivators in the rear stared with blazing eyes, their hands moving rapidly as they muttered incantations.
In an instant, streams of dazzling spell-light shot from their hands, carrying destructive power as they slammed fiercely into the city-protecting formation.
For a time, explosions rang deafeningly through the air, while the flashing light was too brilliant to look at.
"Kill! Flatten Wanze Sect!" A general roared as he brandished the long saber in his hand, madness gleaming in his eyes.
He took the lead, spiritual energy surging beneath his feet as he led his troops in a desperate charge toward the city-protecting formation. Even if there were mountains of blades and seas of flame ahead, he did not retreat in the slightest.
Amid the savage assault, lights from countless spells intertwined, dyeing the entire sky in a riot of colors.
Yet behind that splendor lay brutal slaughter.
Some soldiers were struck by the counterattack of the city-protecting formation, their bodies instantly torn apart by