Half a quarter-hour later, the Human Race and the Water Race began falling back. More than five hundred thousand barbarians now stood on each stretch of wall, and ever more continued climbing up.
The humans now had to devote over half their strength to attacking the barbarians on the walls, so even the tightly packed barbarian formations outside suffered no great losses.
Once the number of barbarians on each wall of Ning'an City exceeded a million, the barbarians finally sounded the horns for an all-out charge.
More than ten million barbarians rushed toward the walls from each of Ning'an City's four sides.
The millions of barbarians surged like towering waves, their momentum piercing the skies and their killing intent spreading everywhere. It seemed that, once they mounted the walls, they would crush the human army like rotten wood and withered weeds, secure a decisive victory, then join their kings in storming the city.
High overhead, Niu Shan fought Lang Yuan.
Fang Yun continued issuing commands, but everyone could see that as more and more barbarians crowded onto the walls and human casualties grew ever more grievous, even flawless command could do nothing.
After all, the barbarians were buying their advantage with lives.
Amid the horns of the barbarians' all-out charge, tens of millions of them swarmed like ants devouring an elephant, running, scaling the walls, mounting the battlements, and attacking the humans...
Ning'an City seemed about to drown beneath the barbarian tide.
Suddenly, azure energy gushed from behind Fang Yun. An iron-black Literary Platform, suffused with an iron-and-blood aura and a metallic sheen, rose into the sky, ravenously absorbing the primordial energy of heaven and earth.
All the scholars, along with every demon barbarian whose Demon Rank exceeded Demon General, instinctively glanced at that strange, gleaming black Literary Platform.
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