Below, a group of Talisman Cultivators with pale faces and dark circles beneath their eyes looked as though they had lost all desire to live.
The Puppet Cultivators' attack never came.
It was as if the Puppet Cultivators only knew how to destroy city walls.
Inside Champion City.
Tree-Horn King urged, "Do not launch a large-scale attack. Li Qingxian wants us to do exactly that. We no longer have any room for trial and error... Either we defend Champion City to the death and await aid from the Demon Realm, or we throw everything into one desperate gamble, abandon Champion City with the entire army, and head north back to the Demon Realm... If we drag this out any longer, we won't be able to leave... Li Qingxian has surrounded the city on all sides. He clearly wants revenge for the dead of the Human Race—he wants to wipe us out completely... Li Qingxian is not human. Do not judge Li Qingxian from an ordinary perspective..."
Before Tree-Horn King could finish, he suddenly stopped, slowly turned his head, and looked toward the sky.
The sky was burning, and the bird demons were kindling.
The Human Race gave the bird demons no chance to flee at all.
Of the eight hundred thousand bird demons, only several tens of thousands returned, like moths flying into flame.
The bird demons that fell back into the city were either numb-faced or sobbing loudly.
"Too miserable, too miserable..."
"This is throwing ourselves straight into a fire pit..."
"This can't go on..."
Champion City's generals remained silent.
Why had methods that had always worked like a charm suddenly become useless?
They had thought the Eagle King Army's total annihilation was because it had been too weak or careless, but how had one surprise attack wiped them