"Ah, die!"
"Kill you, you damned Insect Race!"
"Kill!"
Near Cloud Piercing Arrow Platform No. 7 in the North District, a group of people were fighting with all their might.
Just moments ago, five Insect Race members had flown over the city wall. In an instant, they had inflicted heavy casualties on the squad defending it.
If their captain, who had reached Perfection of Fetal Movement, hadn't pulled out a one-use magical sword containing a single strike from a Qi Refining Realm cultivator at the critical moment and killed the two strongest Insect Race members, the entire squad would likely have been wiped out by now.
After they killed the last Insect Race member, silence fell around the arrow platform.
"Jiadong, how are you?"
Zhao Kun knelt on the ground, frantically pressing a hand against his son's chest. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the blood gushing from the wound.
Yu Dashan stood off to the side, covered in blood, his expression numb. He looked at Zhao Jiadong, who was on the brink of death. Several times he tried to speak, but not a sound came out.
Not long ago, Zhao Jiadong had still been talking with him about earning more merit this time, trading it for some Spirit Medicine to help his younger sister regain her strength, so she could reach Fetal Movement sooner.
In the blink of an eye, they were separated by life and death.
Yu Dashan turned his stiff neck. He looked at the blood-smeared wall, at his companions lying in pools of blood, then finally dropped to the ground and clutched at his hair.
This Insect Race attack had come suddenly. Unlike the large-scale assaults before, the enemy had split into small squads, aiming to wear down the strength of the