When the first raindrop fell, the war commenced directly!

The overwhelming alien coalition charged like a dark tide, this time it was not a standoff between two armies, nor a probing skirmish.

This time, it was an unyielding charge to the death.

The coalition had already made a solemn promise!

If they could break through the Human Race's Wet Ghost Tower, everyone would be rewarded, and every tribe member participating in the war would be a hero!

The shouts were deafening, making one's ears ring and head spin!

Rumble!

Rumble!

In the depths of the sky, the Grandmasters of the alien coalition were already rushing in like arrows, slicing through the sky again and again.

The pressure from the Grandmasters caused a terrifying, hellish wind to wail, chilling to the bone!

The defense line of Martial Artists standing in the front row was drenched in sweat, having forgotten even to breathe.

An entire row of steel-forged shields was positioned at the forefront, capable of withstanding the first wave of impact!

The shields had just been transported from Earth and were not yet eroded by the Wet Realm!

"It's our turn!"

Pan Yizheng clenched his fist fiercely!

Boom!

His military boots left a footprint on the city wall, and he charged into the crowd of Grandmasters with unwavering determination, like a moth drawn to a blazing fire.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The next second, tremors erupted on the city wall as generals and governors simultaneously soared into the sky, the space along their path distorting slightly.

Rustle rustle rustle rustle rustle!

Meanwhile, the long knives, war swords, silver spears, and giant hammers in the hands of the Grandmasters emitted a piercing screech!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The terrifying sound waves fractured the earth with countless cracks, splattering mud and disassembling giant trees, the entire land sinking.

Blade after terrifying blade flashed intermittently, like devilish claws frantically tearing the sky apart!

Rumble!

Grandmasters clashed in a cataclysmic battle!

The low-ranking Martial Artists below struggled to stand but did nothing to deter the relentless charge of the alien coalition.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The first salvo of spears from the Palm Eye Race had descended upon the iron shields in the front line!

Clang clang clang!

Sparks flew everywhere.

In an instant, dense dimples appeared on the heavy shields, some areas pierced through.

At the front, the Four-armed Race swung innumerable weapons like spiders, frantically striking the shields!

Thud!

Finally, the first casualty appeared.

It was a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist from the Miracle Corps, whose neck was severed by the Four-armed Race.

However, before dying, this Martial Artist took his opponent with him!

The slaughter!

Had officially begun!

At the rearmost line of the Human Army, the Yan Gui Corps' archers and crossbowmen supported by wielding specially crafted crossbows, targeting the enemy!

Their primary target was the Steel Bone Race.

This race was impervious to blades and spears, with their only weak point being their eyes.

Though the Human Archers lacked the Palm Eye Race's long-range spear-throwing abilities,

the enhanced accuracy of their crossbows made up for it remarkably well!

Moreover, the arrows were coated with a special poison!

Almost every arrow released was followed by a Steel Bone Race warrior's painful howl, rendering them nearly useless in battle.

This was why Gong Ling was accepted into the Warring States Military Academy.

Long-range units can be formidable at times.

Regrettably, such people are somewhat scarce right now, but the Divine Land is already working on training more!

...

On the city wall, Gong Ling and the others stood up, tears streaming down their faces!

So this is war!

It's nothing like the movies or their own imaginations!

Real combat left Martial Artists butchered with no possibility of an intact body.

And on the battlefield, there truly were no invincible beings.

Indeed.

Though the Human Race was outnumbered, each small unit operated in an orderly fashion, showing no signs of disarray.

The coordination system they once mocked functioned with terrifying efficiency on the battlefield.

If the Human Race attacked as haphazardly as the alien coalition, they would have collapsed by now.

Through this battle, Wang Lu Feng and the other young people genuinely understood the nature of war.

Liao Ping and Liao Ji anxiously wished to rush down and help, as their mother was leading the charge, constantly at risk.

Wang Lu Feng's mouth was dry.

He had personally seen Wang Nanguo take a slash to the back, skin split open!

That was a Four-armed Race warrior, wildly hacking with four blades.

Of course, the price for injuring Wang Nanguo was death!

...

"Dare to kill me!"

Yang Lezhi carelessly had his face grazed by a Steel Bone warrior's large blade.

Fortunately!

Only a few strands of hair were cut, the blade just missed his nose tip, a mere millimeter away.

But before he could react, a Palm Eye Race spear came piercing through from his left side.

Yang Lezhi was scared out of his wits, with no time to dodge.

Thud!

The spear pierced through Yang Lezhi's... clothes!

Yes!

Incredibly close, the spear pierced his outer garment, its cold touch making his skin feel freezing, but he was lucky his chest muscles were small, barely feeling the chill!

Uh... thud...

At this moment, Yang Lezhi turned his head.

What a strange sight.

A Steel Bone warrior tried to ambush him but was unlucky.

The spear had pierced Yang Lezhi's left-sided garment, while this Steel Bone warrior attacked from the right.

By sheer luck!

The spear went right through his eye, half his skull deformed!

"Holy shit, that's possible!"

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