Amid the cheers erupting from the Ironclad Demon Race, the Ironclad Demon army was repeatedly driven off the city walls. After paying a price of more than five thousand casualties, they finally gained a foothold atop Changling Commandery City's walls.
The moment this Ironclad Demon force established itself on the walls, an unending stream of Devil Race troops surged up after them.
As soon as these Devil Race forces poured onto the walls, they scattered in every direction, desperately expanding their foothold and destroying the city's defensive installations.
In an instant, the defensive situation across all of Changling Commandery City descended into chaos.
In particular, those operating Changling Commandery City's defensive installations were all ordinary commandery soldiers with low cultivation. When the ferocious Devil Race pounced upon them, casualties were severe.
It was not only the commandery soldiers defending the city. Once the Ironclad Demon force breached Changling Commandery City's walls, the Zhenhai Army's casualties also began to rise sharply.
This was inevitable.
The individual combat strength of the Devil Race army surpassed that of Great Zhou soldiers. In close combat, Great Zhou's troops were at a great disadvantage.
But the Zhenhai Army was different. Ye Zhen's long-trained battle formations, organized in squads of ten, could fight the same number of Devil Race elites bloody battle for bloody battle in close quarters without falling behind.
Yet as an endless stream of Devil Race forces mounted the walls of Changling Commandery City, the Zhenhai Army soldiers faced Devil Race troops several times their own number, and their casualties began to mount.
Outside the city, Demon Emperor Fifth Crown Prince Po Yue, who was directing the battle, excitedly clenched his fist. "Grand Marshal, the city is about to fall!"
In contrast, Fifteenth Army Grand Marshal Yue Di wore a somewhat grave expression.