Zhongyang Pass had become a meat grinder on earth.
"Hold the line! Hold it with your lives, damn you!!"
Drenched in blood, the one-armed old general commanded his men beneath the walls even as he hacked at the enemy.
Behind the walls, trembling civilians used every method they could think of to treat the wounded and carry the spirit stones the formation needed, even bringing out anything in their homes that might contain spiritual energy.
With life and death hanging in the balance, there was no other choice. Behind them, there was nowhere left to retreat.
And now Si Ming was like a tireless god of slaughter.
Bolstered by the azure spirit armor formed by Heartguard's artifact spirit, not only had his depleted Nascent Soul true essence instantly replenished, but he had undoubtedly become the strongest person in all of Zhongyang Pass.
He had become the lone sea-calming pillar of the entire city. No monster lasted a single exchange before he cut it down.
"Fine skills, Young Master Si! What a thrill! What a damned thrill!!"
A Great Yin officer fought his way over and brushed past Si Ming.
The spirit sword in his hand was already battered beyond recognition, and wounds covered his body, yet his face still burned with fervor as he kicked an oncoming low-level walking corpse to pieces.
For a brief moment, the two stood back to back beneath the walls.
"Young Master Si, I've never seen a sword so fast in all my life! Getting to fight to the death beside you today makes it all worthwhile!"
Si Ming slashed backhanded, cutting several lunging Filth Demons in half at the waist. "Save your strength! Hold the breach! Kill!!"
"Right!! Kill!!"
Atop the walls, the surviving defenders and soldiers let out earth-shaking roars.
Yet against a