So, having seen this scenario once again, they had already prepared themselves for the worst in their hearts. At worst, we'll just die! But they absolutely could not retreat! And the beast absolutely must not advance! Because these wars were not games. Even games might have some leniency, but war was a matter of life and death.

So they resolved: Kill! Kill! Kill!! Fight! Fight! Fight!! They had to drive this beast from the top of the city wall, back to its own kind. Or, they would die first, before the Martial Artists could arrive to rescue them, buying the maximum amount of time for those behind.

"Kill!!"

Then, a fierce, somewhat hair-raising shout suddenly rang out. Their voices were hoarse and strained, yet their gazes remained unwavering, fixed on the beast's back. The big sabers in their hands kept moving forward! Forward!! FORWARD!!! They watched as their blades fell upon the beast—so hateful, so damned, so arrogant, yet against which they were utterly helpless.

And the beast's claws were about to land on their bodies, tearing these detestable members of the Human Race to shreds like tofu. However, perhaps it was a case of heaven never truly sealing off all exits. Just as these soldiers were about to be irrevocably slaughtered by this powerful, cruel, and bloodthirsty beast, beyond any hope of salvation, at that critical moment, a middle-aged man, treading through the air, suddenly descended from the sky.

Accompanied by a mighty roar, "Retreat!!"

Then, with a stomp, he landed, knee bent! Immediately, a loud THUD was heard. Dust and smoke billowed, and many warriors were forced back several steps by this powerful pressure. The crowd swayed!

When the dust gradually cleared in the blink of an eye, people finally saw it. The head of this beast had been thoroughly trampled into the ground by this powerful Martial Artist. Blood and gore, red and white, continuously oozed out. It looked like a fat, fragile worm, utterly incapable of resistance! All that remained was a deep pit, nearly half a meter deep, where it had stood.

This is... a Grandmaster Realm expert! A Grandmaster Realm expert from the reinforcements! Having just escaped death by the skin of their teeth, everyone immediately realized this. Only an expert of the Grandmaster Realm could achieve what seemed like a tremendous miracle in the eyes of ordinary people. And only before a Grandmaster Realm expert would these ferocious, terrifyingly powerful beasts appear so fragile. Not only were they defenseless, but they were like an egg hitting a stone—smashed with a single touch!

Moreover, a fact immediately caused boundless confidence to surge within everyone's hearts: This Grandmaster! He's from the Human Race! He's one of us!

It was to the point that they almost forgot about the beasts still attacking. It seems that as long as such a powerful Grandmaster stands by our side, we, and the Human Race we belong to, can remain forever invincible, forever unmatched!

And so, just as these people, still in a momentary daze, needed a bit more time to fully recover their senses, this Grandmaster Realm expert, who had rushed and hurried to finally arrive, roared, "Kill the enemy!!!"

A stirring war song of the Human Race suddenly resounded! It was the full-throated rallying cry of this suddenly appeared Grandmaster. At the same time, it served to point the way forward for everyone on this stretch of the city wall.

Then, the warriors instantly snapped out of their daze. They no longer felt the shock of the previous scene, no longer felt the beast's terrifying menace. Because at this very moment, only one thought existed in their hearts, the only thought possible: Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! Slaughter all foes!

"Kill the enemy!!"

"Kill the enemy!!"

"Kill the enemy!!"

So, they immediately roared in unison. Even though the hands holding their weapons had nearly trembled just moments before, their shouts now could pierce the clouds and spread to the farthest distances.

"The Human Race will never be enslaved!!"

"The Human Race will never be enslaved!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

Morale surged once more. The battle cries roared ceaselessly!

On all sections of the city wall, as Grandmaster Realm experts successively arrived as reinforcements, the battle atop the walls immediately blazed with greater intensity, like fire fed with oil. The ordinary warriors and low-ranking soldiers, now with Grandmasters overseeing them, once again ignited the flames of battle in their hearts! As long as they were not dead, they would stand firm on their respective sections of the city wall, unyielding and without retreating a single step!

However, the battle seemed intense, and the counterattacks ferocious and fierce. But only these Grandmasters, and the many people gathered around Jin Botao, knew what enormous crises and significant flaws lay hidden beneath the seemingly spectacular scene. This would become a life-or-death tribulation for all of Quan State!

Because the number of Grandmasters and the aid they could provide were ultimately finite. In Quan State at present, even if all Grandmasters had been gathered, their numbers did not exceed twenty. This was Quan State's limit!

But the changes in the battle situation were developing too swiftly! Even Jin Botao, who was hiding beside a cannon tower and had issued his commands about five minutes prior, suddenly felt the situation had become exceedingly tricky.

Therefore, to remain clear-headed at all times and to stay as close to the battlefield as possible to adjust strategies promptly, Jin Botao immediately moved the temporary command center next to one of Quan State's few cannon towers, which was situated where the fighting was most severe. He endured the powerful roar and violent tremors of the cannon, while also being frequently drenched by the blood rain from the sky, his body growing sticky and cold. He did this to maintain inner tranquility and rational thought, consistently ignoring his subordinates' advice to relocate the command center.

However, he was, after all, a man over sixty years of age. How could he endure such an ordeal? Just moments before, the heat had nearly caused his vision to blacken, and he had been on the verge of fainting. But upon seeing the current state of the battlefield and the soldiers' soaring morale, Jin Botao forced himself to ignore his discomfort, wiped the bloody sweat from his face, and roared loudly, "How many reserve forces do we have left?"

After all, the battle situation was changing too rapidly. He had to plan ahead and immediately begin arranging for the rotation of the warriors.

「The next moment.」

BOOM!!...

A huge cloud of dust and smoke erupted, followed by an incredibly dense fog of gunpowder. All the clerks standing by Jin Botao's side felt their blood surge, their faces growing rigid—whether from vigilance or fear, they couldn't tell. Perhaps this was precisely why Jin Botao had insisted on personally bringing everyone to this location.

Then, a portly man—a bureau chief who should have been directing the battlefield remotely from an air-conditioned office—roared in response, "Reporting to the State Governor! We still have 200,000 reserve troops!"

However, a fact that everyone knew full well was that this reserve force, despite its seemingly vast number of 200,000, contained less than one percent Martial Artists. In the past, this force was merely a human city's last resort, the lowest tier of power to protect itself in a critical moment. The problem was, all the powerful individuals were already on the battlefield; no matter how numerous these reserves were, what was the use? They possessed no combat capability. Furthermore, this force had never been taken seriously. Once the front line collapsed and subsequent lines of defence were lost, they would be rendered meaningless. At most, they served only to bolster numbers. In a truly critical situation, they might not even be able to protect themselves.

And after the portly man finished speaking, finally, PITTER-PATTER! PITTER-PATTER!! It seemed as if rain had begun to fall from the sky. A thin, hazy, red rain immediately descended upon the city walls of Quan State City, precisely on the section where Jin Botao was located. It looked exactly like a true catastrophe, an apocalypse! And from beginning to end, it seemed to bear witness to Jin Botao and the others' powerless yet desperate struggles. Fortunately, everyone present knew that this was merely the aftermath of vast groups of flying beasts in mid-air being blasted to smithereens by the Human Race's powerful firearms, their remains then falling from the sky.

So, even though they too felt it was somewhat ominous, none dared to speak recklessly. At a time like this, anyone who dared to disrupt the army's morale in front of Jin Botao would face the worst possible outcome—there would be no second chances.

But for Jin Botao and those like him, who were informed and oversaw the entire situation, this blood rain held another implication. That is, the beasts' battlefield wasn't confined to the surface; it was truly everywhere! Even the sky above had now become their indisputable territory. This further highlighted just how desperate and isolated Quan State was, practically besieged from all directions! Unless the Federation's airship fortress arrived, Quan State's most powerful forces would remain pinned down in the sky.

Because, while the flying beasts on the ground might not necessarily be effective in direct combat, as long as the groups of flying beasts existed overhead, then to those aerial attackers, the grounded flying beasts were like a pair of sharp-eyed spotters. Moreover, they were eyes that could observe breaches in the city wall from the ground and then direct the flying beast groups above to surge through.

Unfortunately, the true main force of these flying beasts was in the sky. Therefore, no matter how Jin Botao responded, unless he steeled his heart and allowed the flying beasts above to attack randomly, thereby targeting the vast Beast Clan group on the ground, Quan State could only rely on human strength, fighting tooth and nail with no other recourse.

This was the grim reality of fighting a war on two fronts. At the same time, it was a testament to Quan State's own extreme vulnerability.

Therefore, the obvious truth of the situation was this: this clearly wasn't a Beast Tide! It was a war—a true, all-out, life-or-death war!

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