Altar

The choking black smoke formed dark clouds, while flames several yards high on the gate tower dyed the overcast sky red.

Damaged equipment lay scattered across the city wall, flames raging fiercely. Crude black arrows were embedded throughout the wooden gear, fire oil burned, and the ancient Great Wall had become a Fire Wall. As darkness gradually fell, the shrill whistle of arrows tearing through the air never ceased. Corpses piled up, and the wounded wailed...

The Snake Demon Soldiers suffered heavy casualties. The delicate, bewitching demon soldiers lay on the ground with their eyes open, utterly motionless...

They would never return to the southern wilderness forests.

Qiao Jin had done her best. Some things could not be avoided.

The finest equipment and strictest training were useless. When tens of thousands of pigs unafraid of death charged at you, you would understand that crushing fatigue. Numbers alone could bury elite soldiers alive.

The Snake Demon Soldier position remained fairly secure, with losses still within acceptable limits.

Jiuli had lost no small number of troops. The White Tribe had received many excellent refined-steel weapons from the snake demon territory, but the zombie Demonic Beasts truly feared no death.

The heaviest casualties were still among the imperial army commanded by Minister Zhe. Fortunately, the soldiers who survived the slaughter had become elites. They dared to clash head-on with evil fiends, and those who lived fought with savage ferocity. The defensive line gradually stabilized.

The elderly minister soon discovered that the soldiers could still fight. The problem lay with the generals.

A cowardly soldier made a cowardly general; a cowardly general made a whole nest of cowards. Within a few hours, he mercilessly beheaded several generals who had fled the wall without authorization. Those fit to serve as generals in an army known