However, on the land illuminated by the azure light of the Heroic Spirit Battle Banner, the Civilian Soldiers did not shrink back in fear.

They gritted their teeth, their gazes resolute. The long spears in their hands were as unbreakable as their faith.

They impaled the still-living Little Inferior Demons, then with a sharp flick of their long spears, brutally hurled the screaming creatures into the charging demon horde.

Under the influence of the Abyss Domain, the demons' strength was indeed greatly enhanced.

But even so, as they watched their companions fall in rows, fear inevitably began to blossom in their hearts.

This was especially true for the Little Inferior Demons on the front line. They began to realize their own insignificance and powerlessness, and they wanted to flee from this endless slaughter and death.

However, fate did not grant them that chance.

The Horned Demons charged up from behind, their hefty bodies, sharp horns, and astonishing brute force becoming the Little Inferior Demons' nightmare.

Under the Horned Demons' charge, the smaller demons were trampled, screaming as they were knocked to the ground and sent rolling through the bloody mud.

The Horned Demons trampled over the countless mangled corpses of the Little Inferior Demons, their footsteps thundering as they charged toward the human defensive line.

Some Horned Demons were moving too fast, and their hooves slipped on the ground made slick with blood and viscera. They lost control and crashed headfirst into the makeshift refugee huts on either side. They were mercilessly met by solid wooden stakes, and the sound of cracking skulls echoed through the air as a mixture of blood and brains splattered out in a grisly display.

However, the majority of the Horned Demons successfully reached the Long Spear Formation the humans had established.

With a thunderous crash, the collision between the demons and the Skeleton Soldiers seemed to shake the entire battlefield.

The first row of Long Spear Skeletons forcefully thrust out their spears, the sharp tips plunging deep into the Horned Demons' powerful flesh.

However, thanks to the extraordinary strength the Horned Demons possessed under the aura of the Abyss, the spears failed to kill them instantly as they had before.

Instead, the Horned Demons swung their robust arms, fiercely smashing them against the spear shafts.

The incredibly tough spear shafts snapped under the terrifying force. The Skeleton Soldiers holding them were not spared; the immense impact caused their own bones to groan, dislocating or fracturing their wrists.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The NPC Warriors within the Long Spear Formation let out a deafening roar.

Flashes of pale green, silver-white, and other magical hues flared across the battlefield—the radiance of Warriors activating their Skills.

A group of elite Warriors in Metal Armor quickly surged forward to fill the gaps left by the disarmed Skeleton Soldiers, maintaining the integrity of the defensive line.

Although the Horned Demons were wounded in multiple places, the Frenzy effect of the Abyss Domain and the thick scent of blood in the air only fueled their savagery, making them even more crazed and brutal.

They roared viciously and charged the Shelter Guards. With bodies protected by solid Scale Armor, they attempted to overwhelm the defenders with their massive physiques.

In the next instant, the wailing of Horned Demons filled the air.

Fang Zhou once again raised his Crystal Ball, unleashing waves of Death Ripple.

With every wave of his arm, powerful surges of undead energy washed over the Horned Demons.

Under the assault of the undead energy, the massive creatures began to disintegrate, crumbling into heaps of scattered fragments.

The crisis facing the Long Spear Formation was temporarily alleviated.

Yet amidst the chaos, Fang Zhou realized the humans' overall situation was not optimistic. In fact, it was steadily deteriorating, with no reversal in sight.

Even with the powerful support of Fang Zhou, the Undead Mage, the Shelter Guards had only managed to temporarily repel one wave of the assault.

But looking ahead, there were still countless Little Inferior Demons packed together in a dense, seemingly endless horde.

What worried Fang Zhou even more was that some Little Inferior Demons had already clambered over the refugee huts flanking the Long Spear Formation.

Whether these Little Inferior Demons intended to attack the refugees at the rear or encircle the Long Spear Formation from behind, this was an extremely dangerous development for the human side.

Just then, tremors began to shake the earth, growing stronger as they approached from the distance.

Through the encroaching black smoke and fire, everyone could clearly see a towering figure gradually advancing.

Every step the Tyrant Demon took sent violent tremors through the ground.

Its unimaginably enormous body was encased in solid, heavy Metal Armor, making it look like an invincible, mobile fortress.

Under the gaze of its wicked, blood-red eyes, even with the support of the banner's azure light, the Civilian Soldiers felt a chill of terror. Their spears began to tremble with tension.

"Hold steady! Hold on! What are you thinking about? Your wives and children are right behind you!" Lu Renjia, stationed on the right flank of the Long Spear Formation, roared, trying to boost morale.

Despite his words, the soldiers still felt tremendous pressure. Their hearts raced and their palms grew sweaty as they faced an enemy that seemed like an insurmountable mountain.

The Tyrant Demon snorted two jets of black smoke from its nostrils, its sinister and malicious gaze sweeping down upon the Long Spear Formation nearby.

After wave after wave of fierce assaults, the formation had already shrunk considerably.

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