Outside Three Mountains City, the fields were littered with corpses.
The fortress, built upon a solitary peak, stood towering, with three layers of walls winding around the mountain like giant serpents. Each battlement glimmered with the fragmented glow of protective barriers.
Without an Abyss Beast, a monster capable of smashing Magic Arrays to assist, the Demon Race could only rely on wave upon wave of cannon fodder troops, using their flesh and blood to gradually wear down these defensive barriers, advancing slowly and brutally.
Shi Wu focused intently on observing the battlefield situation. Judging from the outer walls, which were not yet entirely fallen, this assault should have only been underway for a few days.
His gaze swept across the various fronts, trying to find a relatively calmer area to break through the encirclement and return to the city.
Then he glanced at Puki beside him.
