The two sides collided like two torrents, every strike aiming for the vital points, and victory or defeat was decided quickly. The several hundred corpse puppets made up the overwhelming majority; after wiping out this hundred-odd monk soldiers, over two hundred corpse puppets still remained, forming a terrifying and awe-inspiring army.
"Send those people in, then. Things have reached this point, and there is no other way," Wen Changyun sighed.
"We do our human utmost and leave the rest to fate. Our Moonwatch Cultivation Realm has fought one against three, battling stubbornly for two hundred years, and it is already no small feat to have held on until today. Alas—"
Chen Hening and his brother also wore dark expressions. These two hundred-odd corpse puppets were enough to pierce the already fragile defense lines of the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm. Even if they were to use that trump card, it could only slightly delay the inevitable. Once the cultivator army on the ground collapsed, then even if the battle junks in the sky won, the overall trend would already be lost.
With them, this batch of Nascent Soul Cultivator, the orthodox lineage of the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm would certainly not be cut off. It was just that the new generation of cultivators would suffer such a heavy blow, which would inevitably create a generational gap in the future. Once this bunch of old bones exhausted their lifespans one by one, Moonwatch, which had once boasted of being the number one cultivation realm in the Azure Universe Continent, would also cease to exist, even sinking into a small cultivation force no better than the astral constellations, struggling away in the barren borderlands.
"Once this matter is over, at worst we can go seek trouble from the Southern Wilderness or the astral constellation cultivation