696. Guarding Dragon Horn Fortress

The sky above Dragon Horn Fortress had been dyed in two colors: one half the orange-red of the setting sun, the other the deep blue of mana.

Beneath the walls, Puji corpses carpeted the ground.

The high-intensity battle had blasted every inch of land apart, and the Fungal Carpet had naturally not been spared.

Charred layers of fungus lay piled on top of one another. Some still smoked faintly; others had already been trampled into sludge by soldiers from both sides.

Another wave of Puji surged forward.

They rolled over the corpses, tentacles flailing, their round bodies darting nimbly through the rain of arrows and magic. But under the nearly saturated barrage, only a few managed to rush beneath the walls and explode.

A corner of the eastern section of the wall had collapsed.

Outside the breach lay a Giant Puji with only half its body left. Its tentacles were still frozen in the posture of clawing upward, but they had already corroded into a golden yellow; the slightest touch would make them crumble into powder. New Puji were trying to squeeze in through the crack, only to be stabbed back one by one by the defenders' blades.

"Watch the sky! They're coming again!" someone shouted.

In the sky, a group of Flying Puji were flapping their wings as they swooped toward the walls. The archers in the heights all prioritized dealing with these raiders, but the results were not particularly good.

[Combat Intuition], [Flight Mastery], [Evasion]

These Puji dipped and weaved with agility, dodging most of the attacks.

At the top of the fortress, the Demon Descendant adjutant currently in command, Feng Yi, stepped to the edge.

He raised his bow and nocked an arrow, his movements smooth and fluid.

The instant the bowstring was drawn to its limit,