Liyue Dynasty, Motuo City.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky above the city. The massive, thick walls were covered in marks from blades and axes, while the enormous city-protecting formation looked as though it could collapse at any moment. The mountain ranges beyond the city had been leveled on the very first day of battle.
The spiritual energy was saturated with a thick stench of blood, and scenes of despair lay everywhere.
Because of its terrain, Motuo City had always been the Liyue Dynasty's greatest fortress. From the moment it was built, it had been intended to guard against invasion, and it was also the dynasty's final pass.
Although fewer than one-third of the cities remained behind it, once this city fell, there would be nothing on the open land beyond to stop the invading army.
Thus, during this period, Baili Rentu led the Liyue Dynasty's last elite forces, embedding himself in this land like a nail. Following Lin Xianyin's orders, they exhausted every method and defended to the death, regardless of the cost.
Inside Motuo City's main hall, Baili Rentu stared at the intelligence reports with bloodshot eyes before fixing his gaze on the sand table at the center.
"Six hundred million troops..."
After the Heavenly Abyss Demon Mine and the Illusory Buddha Kingdom joined forces, the smaller factions under their command had likewise entered the war.
"In merely three days, they gathered an army of six hundred million cultivators."
Baili Rentu gritted his teeth, his expression utterly grim. The exhausted generals around him broke out in cold sweat as well.
An army of six hundred million cultivators, averaging at the Nascent Soul level—such a force could crush most powers in the Western Heaven Domain. Yet Motuo City now had fewer than a million defenders left.
With such a difference