Most of the soldiers could not sleep, but a few could no longer hold out and drifted into a hazy slumber.
The Literary World soldiers were utterly exhausted-not physically, but mentally.
They had never imagined that the fighting at Two Worlds Mountain could be so brutal. Even if the battles against the Barbarian Race in the Literary World had been ten times bloodier, they would still have fallen far short of this place.
What happened atop Boundary Mountain City seemed less like war and more like a contest to see who could lose the most lives.
"The Two Worlds Mountain City Wall is a meat-grinding machine," Fang Yun sighed softly.
Fang Yun sat upright atop Walking the Blue Clouds and closed his eyes, keeping watch over his surroundings while reading and studying in the Strange Book World.
Fang Yun heard many soldiers talking in low voices.
"I miss home..."
"Who doesn't? Two Worlds Mountain is terrifying. Those Demon Kings are absolute monsters. One punch can kill everyone within a hundred zhang, and the worst part is how many there are. They sent out over a thousand Demon Kings and Barbarian Kings in a single siege."
"But the Sacred Academy really is formidable. Its machines alone killed so many Demon Kings and Barbarian Kings."
"Just look at those men risking their lives to recover the arrows. Who knows how many times they can use machines capable of wounding Demon Kings and Barbarian Kings? In the end, they'll still have to fill the gap with human lives."
"When I came here, I wanted to slaughter demons, wipe out barbarians, and bring glory to my ancestors. Only now do I realize that once we actually enter battle, we might not even know how we died."
"Whenever I think of that wolf Demon King