Without the protection of the outer barrier and formations, the human and Stone Clan allied forces in the city collapsed like a landslide, utterly unable to contend with their enemies. Like mantises trying to stop a chariot, they were swiftly swallowed by the raging torrent.
Even so, the human and Stone Clan allied forces still fought to the death without retreating. Behind them lay the homeland where they had lived; there was nowhere left to retreat to. Besides, even surrender meant certain death. Given the Stone Slaves' hatred for humans and the Stone Clan, how could they possibly spare them?
Moreover, the Devouring Sky Demon Race's reputation had long since become notorious everywhere. For humans to fall into their hands was practically a dead end—they would be eaten alive as Blood Food. They might as well fight with all their strength.
The once-prosperous streets had already turned into a slaughterhouse of an Asura Battlefield. The humans driven into a desperate corner erupted.
A Devouring Sky Demon Race warrior had just cleaved a human martial artist in two when a spear's gleam flashed after him. Another human martial artist thrust his spear through his chest, annihilating his Primordial Spirit.
But before long, that human martial artist's head was severed by another Devouring Sky Demon Race expert.
At this moment, these people were all experts in the outside world, figures who usually cut imposing figures. Yet upon this Asura Battlefield, they died in droves, their lives as cheap as grass. Before military warfare on such a scale, unless one was powerful to a certain extent, anyone was merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
It was like a flesh-and-blood millstone. No one here could turn the tide.
Although the human and Stone Clan allied forces resisted desperately, more and more areas