The cries of battle shook the heavens over Yunjin City, Daxu Kingdom.
King Zhenbei Yang Tao floated high in the sky, his expression grim as he watched the battlefield below. Though Daxu's soldiers feared neither death nor danger, they could not withstand the endless assaults of demons and devils. Since that great battle, this was already the seventh attack the demons and devils had launched against Yunjin City.
Although the soldiers of Yunjin City had driven back the demon and devil army every time, Daxu had suffered losses as well. By now, more than a hundred thousand soldiers had been wounded, while over thirty thousand had fallen.
These demons and devils did not truly intend to capture Yunjin City. They simply wanted to slaughter Daxu's soldiers to vent their fury. Even at the cost of two for one, they wanted revenge for the killing of that group of Demon Kings.
Those Demon Kings could disregard the lives of low-level demons and devils, but King Zhenbei could not ignore the lives of the soldiers under his command.
"Can't bear it already? This is only the beginning. The order this King received was to grind down every last soldier of Daxu. This is the consequence of Daxu befriending Wei Fan."
A Demon King's mocking voice rang out from the distant sky.
He was a Demon King cultivated from a yellow weasel, with a pointed muzzle, monkey-like cheeks, and eyes like yellow beans. Most of the demon and devil army below consisted of yellow weasel demons.
This clan's bloodline was not powerful, but it possessed one particular trait: they bred exceptionally well. Among demons and devils, they were a cannon-fodder race.
Killing intent surged wildly in Yang Tao's heart. "If Daxu fights until only one soldier remains, your yellow weasel clan will surely