The little old man died. Luo Yao cried loudly, because he had always doted on her the most, secretly bringing her all kinds of tasty treats.
The cold winter passed, and spring came once more. The atmosphere throughout the city grew even more solemn.
Countless troops poured into Solitary City.
Because by all reckoning, it was nearly time for the Demon Beasts to besiege the city again.
Sure enough, the prediction was completely correct. The Demon Beasts began a large-scale assault on the city.
But this time, the Demon Beasts were clearly having a much harder time. The humans who had once seemed weak and frail had suddenly become capable of fighting them in close combat.
Ordinarily, it took three or four soldiers working together just to barely restrain a Demon Beast. Now, a single human soldier could kill one barehanded.
The great battle lasted an entire month. During that time, countless Demon Beasts broke into the city, only to be slain by martial artists in the end.
A month later, the horde of Demon Beasts slowly retreated, leaving behind nothing but blood and corpses strewn across the ground.
Some belonged to Demon Beasts, and some to humans.
But in the end, there were more human corpses.
In this battle, the Eighteen Rebel Armies had essentially piled all the forces under their command onto the city walls.
Yet after the battle ended, the entire Great Wild Goose Dynasty fell into paralysis. Nearly all the young people had died, and every rule and legal system within the imperial court began to collapse.
Countless people began claiming territory as kings, enslaving the common folk and setting themselves up as lords.
You people can rebel, so why can't we?
Countless people with even the slightest ambition began rising in rebellion one after another.