At this time, the cultivators defending the city consisted mainly of two groups. One was the permanent garrison, made up of cultivators from the Qian Court and the Sacred Lands.
The other consisted of cultivators who had joined the defense for the payment.
Most of these were rogue cultivators, with a small minority coming from minor lineages and sects.
As the latter group watched the scene before them, they made no move, but many could not help feeling the fox's grief at the rabbit's death.
Then a question arose in their hearts.
If the rogue cultivators outside the city were instead Qian Court officials, successors of the Sacred Lands, or cultivators from great sects and aristocratic clans, would the City Guard Army still act this way?
No one spoke, but the moment that question arose, they already knew the answer.
No matter how the rogue cultivators below begged and cursed, the defenders remained unmoved. Though some sympathized, they were cowed by the Qian Court's authority and dared not speak.
They dared to feel anger, but not voice it.
Under the despairing gazes of the dozens of rogue cultivators, dazzling streaks of spiritual light suddenly burst forth.
Like ten thousand arrows loosed at once, the demon beasts' innate spells came bombarding down, their terrifying power rippling across the wilderness.
Whoosh, whoosh!
The strongest of these rogue cultivators was only in the Foundation Establishment Realm. How could they withstand the simultaneous bombardment of countless demon beasts' innate spells?
Even if they faced only a fraction of them.
Rumble!
Any resistance was pale and powerless before the sweeping beast tide.
In less than half a breath, the dozens of rogue cultivators outside the city were swallowed by the multicolored light of spells.
Not even their bones remained.
"The Qian Court's ways really haven't