The latest wave of attacks from the Demon Race World was no longer as sluggish as before. Instead, it came like a sharp blade, determined to pierce straight through Ten Thousand Mile City!
The cultivators of Ten Thousand Mile City descended the walls to meet the enemy. Although their numbers had initially been forty percent lower than before, the city later received fresh reinforcements. Overall, their numbers had only fallen by twenty percent, while the strength defending the city had risen by a considerable margin.
The reason was simple. Those who had left before were the youths of the Vast and Righteous World. They could be said to have come to defend the city, but they could also be said to have come to train their troops.
But the people filling their places now were all elders from the Vast and Righteous World.
These elders had all seen countless battles and possessed formidable strength.
However, they also shared one common trait: they did not have much life left.
Most of these elders had less than fifty years remaining.
They had come to Ten Thousand Mile City both to defend it and to seek a chance to break through.
If they could use the battlefield to advance by a small realm, they could extend their lives by several hundred years, or even a thousand.
Moreover, these elders all understood the ways of war deeply. They only defended the city; they absolutely would not casually become entangled with enemies on the battlefield or pursue fleeing foes!
The Demon Race World, however, did not seem to care in the slightest.
By comparison, the Demon Race World was not anxious at all. It seemed to have already decided to exhaust all the fighting strength of the Vast and Righteous World!
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