The Winged Devils had chosen a devastatingly effective moment to join the attack on Moge City. By then, most of the anti-air weapons on the northern wall had failed, the two Knights stationed in Moge City had both deployed, and the human legions and the army of demonized puppets were locked in a chaotic melee. It was at that very moment that the Winged Devils moved...
Those Winged Devils were all Level Nine Devil Race warriors. Compared with the vast majority of human warriors, their advantage in combat strength was beyond question.
What the Winged Devils dropped resembled gel incendiary bombs. The instant they struck the ground or buildings, they began to burn. Many of the centrifugal-cannon towers near Moge City's northern wall caught fire, and numerous centrifugal cannons abruptly fell silent.
The blazing fires on the ground threw the crossbow formations within the city into chaos, instantly disrupting their attack rhythm. Many warriors, their bodies engulfed in flames, rolled across the ground and wailed. The advantage on the battlefield began to tilt toward the Devil Race, and more and more demonized puppets climbed onto the walls.
By this point, Zhang Tie was already thinking of retreating.
At this stage of the battle, even the Knights and the Devil Race members hidden among the demonized puppet army had made their moves. What came next, on this battlefield of several million, was no longer something an eleven-star Level Eleven Battle Master like him could handle. For Moge City and for humanity, he had done his utmost. If he kept himself trapped here in a fight to the death, then once the demonized puppets completely occupied the northern stretch of the wall and cut off his retreat, he would only be making things difficult for himself. At least the powerful human Knights