After these past few days of mounting pressure, the Wind Sword Sect and the Flame Demon Sect had descended into scenes straight out of hell.
No one questioned whether the Jiuzhou Empire had the power to wipe them out in revenge. Thus, all they could do was band together and try to break through the defenses. Some fled in scattered groups of one or two; the largest attempt had gathered two hundred people to assault a defensive position that appeared to have only ten steel monsters.
But the enemy's reinforcements arrived at a terrifying speed. In barely more than ten seconds, dozens of streaks of light flashed past, and dozens of steel monsters descended from the sky to join the battle. They soon slaughtered over nine-tenths of the two-hundred-strong assault force, and only a handful ultimately escaped back to the sect.
Those two hundred people had all ranked among the stronger members of their sects. If even they could not break out, there was no need to mention the others.
Yet the more this happened, the more hopeless it became to remain in the sect and wait for death. Every day, people fled in desperation, only to be hacked to death by a flurry of blades.
Now, the two sects had barely five hundred people left between them. Three-quarters had already died before the formal judgment had even begun, and the forests surrounding their sect grounds had become a hellscape of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
To achieve a deterrent effect, Miho Nishizumi had not assigned anyone to clear the battlefield. It was not as though real people needed to be stationed there anyway.
As for the Titled Douluos, Miho Nishizumi had sent only Da Ming to keep the Wind Sword Sect firmly contained, and only Er Ming