Atop Okhma City's walls, an archer calmly lowered his bow and shrugged at his companion.
"Nothing special. Is this all the armies of these city-states have got?!"
"They were frightened by Miss Xia Die earlier and fear took root in their hearts." Another, older archer stroked his beard and explained,
"They had wanted to retreat, but they were forced to attack. Coupled with our alchemical arrows, they naturally fell into disarray."
At the center of the battlefield, Castorice had somehow quietly retreated to the vicinity of the city gate. The dark purple aura around her had completely receded.
Watching Okhema's guards efficiently clear the battlefield, a hint of relief flashed through her violet eyes.
"Good... They've already lost their will to fight."
The slick-haired man who had originally come to demand food had, the instant Okhema's defenders sallied out, very straightforwardly crouched down with his head in his hands and shouted,
"Don't attack! I surrender! I'm valuable! I know a lot of intelligence about the coalition army!"
They became prisoners with barely any effort.
Yan Huan looked at the battle below, which had rapidly settled down, with great satisfaction.
Now this was more like it.
The armies Kryudera had taken while kidnapping the city-state representatives were all their main forces.
Even if the city-states still had private troops left, what kind of superhuman soldiers could possibly remain after Kryudera had picked through them...
He turned around and clapped his hands.
"Alright, the show's over. Get back to what you were doing."
Outside Okhma City's gates, the clamor had faded away, leaving only wreckage strewn across the ground, prisoners bound in every direction, and a small number of unconscious wounded.
The Holy City guards began methodically confiscating weapons, counting prisoners, and treating the injured.
A siege battle that might originally have