The battlefield soon began operating like a meat grinder.
Countless soldiers fell, only for more to charge forward one after another.
Of course, the War Ghost Tribe and the Heavenly Martial Dynasty received entirely different treatment.
First, Xiao Tianyang's Tianwu Dragon Guards could at most be suppressed by War Ghost officers.
Second, with support, Lu Su's Strategy Divine Ability could naturally be sustained for longer.
In other words, the Tianwu Dragon Guards on the city walls would not die, while those currently falling were all soldiers condensed from vegetation.
Yet at this stage, the War Ghost Tribe had already committed thirty thousand troops.
That number did not include the wounded, nor did it include the previous ten thousand.
To put it bluntly, although an army of two hundred thousand seemed large, if they kept being consumed like this, they would inevitably become the losers.
However, Zhan Kuangtian was stubborn enough.
The more unclear the situation became, the more he believed Xiao Tianyang was making a final desperate struggle.
Therefore, not only did he not alter his strategy, he even sent his personal guard onto the city walls.
"Xiao Tianyang truly is an extraordinary fellow. No wonder Kankuli kept suffering losses at his hands!"
Zhan Kuangtian said coldly, "If the War Ghost Tribe were truly as simple as they appeared on the surface, how could we have become a legend among the undead?!"
He suddenly raised the ghost-headed saber in hand and shouted, "Sound the Death Horn and awaken the ancient Heroic Spirits!"
Upon hearing this, an ordinary War Ghost soldier to his left immediately removed the horn hanging at his waist.
The War Ghost soldier gripped the horn tightly in one hand, covered his heart with the other, and blew it fiercely.
A desolate, chilling sound echoed across the battlefield,