Nancang City had originally been a medium-sized city, with only around thirty thousand soldiers defending it.
Later, some cultivators voluntarily joined the city guard, bringing its numbers up to sixty thousand.
Many people could not stand what the Yin Corpse Sect was doing. Some even had relatives or friends who had died at the hands of the Yin Corpse Sect.
They hated the Yin Corpse Sect and thus planned to fight them to the bitter end.
Now that the Yin Corpse Sect had surrounded the city, they could not escape and could only fight a bloody battle against them.
Although the other cultivators had not directly joined the army, they were also helping the soldiers defend the city.
But now the city had fallen. The Yin Corpse Sect's army had stormed inside, and many of the weaker people had been killed on the spot.
Flames raged throughout the city. Smoke filled the air everywhere, while the sounds of fighting and wailing intertwined, turning it into a living hell.
The City Lord of Nancang City was an expert at the Martial Saint Realm, Eighth Level. He was currently leading elite experts in battle against the Yin Corpse Sect's powerhouses.
"Ugh!" The City Lord of Nancang City was sent flying by a palm strike from a Yin Corpse Sect powerhouse at the Martial Saint Realm, Ninth Level.
The other experts from Nancang City had also suffered heavy casualties. If the battle continued like this, they would not be able to hold out much longer.
"Hahaha, surrender! If you surrender to us, you can still stay alive and join us in dominating the entire Southern Region." The Yin Corpse Sect powerhouse at the Martial Saint Realm, Ninth Level, laughed loudly.
This man's name was Elder Yin Zhu, and he was as skinny as