The outer walls of the city were built from enormous barbarian stones.
They were pitch-black from top to bottom.
Their surfaces were pitted and uneven. Some marks looked like traces left by guns and cannons, while others resembled dents made by axes and hammers.
However.
The Awakened could use these scars in the walls to climb upward.
Sixteen Awakened.
They were divided into four groups.
The four people in the First Group were ordered to climb from the outer wall all the way to the top of the city wall and see whether they could successfully get across.
Soon.
The four of them easily climbed the hundred-meter-tall city wall.
They reached the upper section without much trouble. They only needed to climb another meter or two before they could get over the top.
After all, they were all Eighth Tier Awakened.
Even without using Supernatural Means.
Their bodies, strengthened purely by supernatural power, were already enough to cross mountains and plains as easily as walking on level ground.
However.
Just as one of them grabbed the battlement and prepared to pull himself up in one burst, a viscous, bright-yellow liquid suddenly sprayed from an arrow slit in the parapet and instantly splashed onto him.
"Argh—!"
A scream rang out, and he fell from the city wall.
Before his body even hit the ground.
It began to rot violently in midair.
Within just a few breaths, he had turned into a puddle of pus that scattered across the ground.
At the same time.
Huge stones suddenly fell from the top of the city wall.
It looked.
As if soldiers on the wall were using boulders to defend against enemies attacking the city... Yet there was not a single person on the wall.
The stones seemed to have appeared out of thin