Bronze Citadel.
Sixth War Zone.
At the first wall.
Teams of devil soldiers and undead warriors stood armored and armed, their gazes fixed on the densely packed demons charging toward them.
Atop the wall, within the small fortresses on either side, large-scale defensive weapons were already at work.
All manner of elemental attacks erupted from the fortresses—great fireballs, ice storms, lightning from thunderclouds, splashing acid.
When these spells struck the demon hordes outside the city, each blast inflicted massive casualties.
They could directly tear apart or freeze solid entire swathes of demons.
Along the battlements, enormous Infernal Fire Crossbows had been drawn, spear-thick bolts loaded upon them.
The massive bolts gleamed with a cold light, their shafts carved with small runes that granted them even greater power.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
At the commander's order, the Infernal Fire Crossbows unleashed a coordinated volley.
Their targets were the enormous demons.
A demon's size was the easiest way to judge its strength. Powerful demons were not necessarily large, but any demon that was large was certainly powerful.
Every target of these Infernal Fire Crossbows was at least Gold rank, or even Sanctuary rank.
"Ah!"
"Damn it!"
"Roar! What are you doing?!"
Some demons managed to dodge the dense barrage of Infernal Fire Crossbow bolts, but many charging demons were struck. Demons possessed formidable vitality; some took several arrows without suffering grievous wounds.
But as the runes on the bolts rapidly flashed, the bolts exploded in their entirety, and those demons still could not withstand such damage.
They were either dead or wounded. The demons that died were considered fortunate at this moment; the living ones were the truly unlucky, immediately swarmed and devoured by the other demons.
When the demons began scaling the walls, even more defensive equipment came into effect. Giant blades