As an experienced Deputy City Lord of Star Tower City, he's seen countless brutal scenes, but he's never witnessed anything as ruthless as this.

He sent those Death Warriors on suicide missions, thinking he was already being cruel.

But compared to these gray-clad men, he might as well be an angel.

He seriously doubted that these gray-clad men were even human; they killed their own more easily than they killed enemies, completely devoid of any sense of camaraderie, treating their companions as mere tools, using them until they could use them no more.

They seemed utterly ignorant of what death truly meant.

Sending Death Warriors with heavy ion bombs on suicide missions still left him feeling distinctly uneasy, though he couldn't quite say why.

"Keep going!" Desolate Wolf gritted his teeth and said, "The remaining ones are all experts. If we don't eliminate them, our frontal losses could be just as severe as before."

Looking at these gray-clad men in front of him, he finally understood why the caravans were so afraid of them.

Demons!

These gray-clad men were absolutely demons crawling out from the abyss, sparing not even their own kind when there was killing to be done.

Faced with fighting such a demonic group, he couldn't even begin to imagine the losses that Holy Blood Mercenary Corps might incur.

"Send in the second wave!"

Alek thought for a moment and agreed with Desolate Wolf; although the number of gray-clad men had significantly decreased, they were all experts. If they were not eliminated quickly, they would become a serious threat.

Immediately, a second wave of thousands of Martial Artists wielding heavy ion bombs charged forward.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Although it was already daylight, under the heavy ion bombs, it seemed like numerous suns had appeared on the ground, illuminating the entire Wrathwind Town.

And just as Desolate Wolf, Alek, and the others thought it was finally over, merely an hour had passed before another group of gray-clad men appeared outside Wrathwind Town, still numbering in the thousands.

This time, Alek and Desolate Wolf immediately ordered the use of heavy ion bombs. In sacrificing nearly two thousand Martial Artists, they once again killed all of the gray-clad men.

However, the result was the same an hour later, with another appearance of thousands of gray-clad men.

An entire day passed, and whether it was Star Tower City or the Holy Blood Mercenary Corps, they exhausted all 30,000-plus heavy ion bombs, with the number of dead Martial Artists exceeding 40,000, leaving nearly half of Wrathwind Town devoid of warriors.

"Madmen! Are all these gray-clad men mad?" Alek gazed at yet another wave of gray-clad men in the distance, nearly driven to madness.

To attack one Wrathwind Town, the gray-clad men's casualties were almost as great as theirs. The key was the number of Vice City Lord Level experts among the gray-clad men, with certainly hundreds, if not over a thousand killed.

Such losses would be hard to accept even for a Domain City, yet the gray-clad men continued to advance endlessly. He couldn't understand what the gray-clad men were trying to achieve, or whether it was worth the cost.

"Let's withdraw," Desolate Wolf said, looking at the gray-clad men outside the town, gritting his teeth with difficulty. "We've run out of heavy ion bombs. If we continue fighting, without the Blood Coagulation Realm's involvement, we'll be wiped out."

"Withdraw?" Alek looked again at the gathering gray-clad men in the distance, filled with anger and helplessness.

If the gray-clad men had initially sent tens of thousands of troops, with thousands of Vice City Lord Level experts, he would have immediately retreated. However, these gray-clad men acted like demons, relentlessly depleting their forces, trapping them in a quagmire.

"If you don't retreat, then we're leaving. This battle is no longer tenable; our combat strength isn't on the same level." Desolate Wolf looked at the hesitant Alek, stating firmly, "I'll explain to the commander."

"Alright, I'll go with you." Realizing that if they continued fighting, they might win another battle or two, but when they finally wanted to retreat, it would likely be too late. This was the horror of the gray-clad men.

In less than ten minutes, when Luo Wushang and the others charged into Wrathwind Town, the place was completely deserted; there wasn't a single Martial Artist, not even an Apprentice in sight. Wrathwind Town, with its population of over a million, was left empty.

And it wasn't just Wrathwind Town; even Star Tower City's army, still engaged in frontline battles, suddenly received orders to retreat entirely, leaving those from Chasing Light City, engaged in a bitter struggle, dumbfounded, not understanding what Star Tower City intended.

Fenglin Town, nightfall.

"How goes the investigation on Wrathwind Town?" City Lord Diroya asked the returning commander of the seventeenth regiment, Yino. "What's the situation over there at Star Tower?"

"It's gone." Yino said nervously.

"Gone? What do you mean?" Diroya raised an eyebrow, dissatisfied with Yino's response.

"I mean, physically gone." Yino quickly explained, "When we arrived, there wasn't a single living person left in Wrathwind Town. All we saw was evidence of an unimaginable battle having taken place, with thousands of Martial Artists dead. We even detected abundant heavy ion reactions..."

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