March 23rd. After eight days of endless bloody battle, Moge City had become a Blood City.
At dusk, as the last ray of sunlight vanished beyond the distant mountains, Zhang Tie woke up. He had curled up in a vacant house not far from Moge City's northern wall and rested for less than four hours.
With the Panacea Potion and his abundant energy, Zhang Tie felt that he would be fine even if he went without rest for seven or eight days straight. But unwilling to become the nail that stuck out and draw even greater trouble, he still kept the same schedule and battle rhythm as the vast majority of Moge City's defenders, just like the other rangers and demon hunters.
The terror of the demonized puppet legions lay in this: once they began their assault, every demonized puppet became a beast that knew only slaughter and advance. They could charge on and on like waves, stopping only when their heads were blown apart or the structure of their bodies was damaged beyond the point of supporting movement.
Such attacks were terrifying. Demonized puppets could attack without food, drink, sleep, or rest, like killing machines. Yet the vast majority of Moge City's defenders did not possess such ability. If they competed with the demonized puppets in endurance, the sleepless defenders would likely collapse in just three days. Therefore, to deal with the demonized puppets' assaults, Moge City's troops were forcibly divided into two shifts to guard the walls. Many warriors and rangers like Zhang Tie were resting in the house. In the bedroom with two beds, over twenty warriors still clad in armor lay sprawled in every direction. Several people occupied the sofas in the living room as well. At a time like this, claiming a sofa or squeezing