The wingfolk assault lasted five days and five nights.
Without a moment's pause, wings beat with a monotonous flap flap. Like a tide surging in, the wingfolk attacked continuously for five days and five nights. Lin Qi had no idea how many puppets the Tiger Clan and Fox Clan members within Sky Castle had killed in total.
Lin Qi only knew that throughout those five days and five nights, he could hear virtually nothing but the beating of wings and see nothing but white feathers. Even when he closed his eyes, he could still see the afterimages of those blood-red eyes and white wings.
The monotonous flap flap alone was enough to drive one mad. And when that monotonous sound joined into one thunderous roar, it possessed an even more terrifying power, enough to split one's soul apart. During those five days and nights of fighting, many Tiger Clan members who had only recently entered the demigod realm had to withdraw and rest from sheer exhaustion. They were not wounded; the monotonous waves of sound had nearly driven them to mental collapse.
Five whole days and nights without sleep or rest—no matter how much strength you used, endless streams of wingfolk still came rolling in. Had they killed one million, two million, ten million, or twenty million wingfolk? Even Lin Qi could not estimate the exact number.
But he clearly remembered that, over the past few days, they had killed exactly twenty-seven thousand, nine hundred and fifty-three eight-winged wingfolk.
These were more than twenty thousand powerful wingfolk, ranging from peak Saint Master to peak demigod in strength. After they were slain, the shockwaves from their exploding energy cores placed horrifying pressure on the Tiger Clan warriors. If Lin Qi had not rendered aid in time, and if the old foxes