They had no time even to prepare and cast their spell arts before the enemy charged up to them and took their lives in self-detonations.
The Allied Army's casualties were also soaring. Although Long Zongyuan continued moving troops to replenish the losses here as best he could, reinforcements could no longer keep pace with the rate of attrition.
When the ** Divine Cult's Fifth Thousand-Man Unit had been all but wiped out, a gap was finally blasted through the Allied Army's encirclement.
Seeing the encirclement broken open, Mochuan Neiku immediately ordered the Sixth Thousand-Man Unit to continue charging toward the gap, using this band of suicide troops to widen it and squeeze out their last remaining worth.
Seeing that a gap had opened in the encirclement, Niu Langchedan immediately ordered a charge out.
At this point, Long Zongyuan and Lei Zhenxiao were also desperately moving troops forward to plug the gap, regardless of casualties.
For a time, explosions from all kinds of spell arts, the howling of sword qi, and mushroom clouds raised by self-detonations erupted at this tiny gap.
With so many people packed together here, every self-detonation claimed large numbers of lives on both sides.
Shattered bodies and all kinds of immortal artifacts fell one after another. They soon piled into a small hill below.
They gave off killing intent that soared into the sky and a heavy, bloody stench.
The nearby Allied Army troops fought not only with spell arts but also at close quarters, while those farther away bombarded the middle of the gap with spell arts.
There was no need to aim or lock onto a target now. Simply tossing a spell art inside would yield results.
Huge numbers of ** Divine Cult disciples desperate to escape had crowded together there.
Even the defensive shield