Chapter 231: WAR 5

The eagle leader's cyan feathers intercepted the Congreve Rockets; as they collided, a large quantity of Congreve Rockets exploded one after another.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The massive explosions shook the heavens and earth, and large fireballs continuously bloomed in the sky.

With every explosion of a rocket, a cyan feather was destroyed. These cyan feathers were something the eagle leader had refined over many years using its own Blood Essence and Demon Power; they could serve as armor or as sharp blades. Each one was precious, an existence comparable to a Low-Grade Dharma Artifact of an Immortal Cultivator.

At this very moment, a large number of cyan feathers were blasted into charred remains. The eagle leader felt as if its heart were being cut by knives, but for the sake of its own life, it had no choice but to continue firing the cyan feathers from its body.

The explosions in the sky continued incessantly; the final result was that the eagle leader exhausted all the cyan feathers on its body, yet only managed to block three volleys of rockets.

For the final volley of rockets, the eagle leader did everything it could, dodging left and right to avoid a few rockets. As for the remaining rockets, it truly could not dodge them, so it could only use its featherless wings to protect the vital parts of its body and take the rockets head-on.

The eagle leader's cyan feathers had all been fired off; at this moment, it was bare, looking just like a plucked pheasant, appearing extremely wretched.

Without that layer of cyan feathers, its body's defensive power plummeted. Every rocket explosion tore its skin and flesh, leaving it covered in blood.

By the time the rocket explosions ended, the eagle leader was already covered in wounds and swaying, on the verge of falling.

Just at this moment, Meng Yifan gripped his Ghost Head Blade, kicked off the highest point of the city wall, and leaped into the air, jumping over thirty meters high—about the height of a ten-story building. However, the eagle leader was more than one hundred and fifty meters away from the city wall, and Meng Yifan was still a long way off from reaching it.

When Meng Yifan's upward momentum faded, a surge of Yin Spiritual Power emerged from his left leg, gathering the surrounding clouds into something resembling a small, solid dark cloud.

Meng Yifan stepped on this dark cloud with his right leg and exerted force; the dark cloud, unable to bear the weight, dissipated instantly. He took the opportunity to borrow the force, and his body rose once more. In this way, Meng Yifan used his left and right legs to borrow force from each other, as if stepping on stairs, continuously rushing toward the heights.

A Fifth-grade Cultivator can perform techniques, Riding Clouds and Driving Mist, and roam the firmament; a Fourth-grade Immortal Cultivator can fly with the help of a flying Dharma Treasure.

Meng Yifan is currently a Third-Grade High-Level Immortal Cultivator; he cannot yet ride clouds to fly, but among the techniques passed down to him by Zhang Sanfeng, there is a lightness skill called Cloud-Ladder Leap, which allows one to leap up and then kick off with the left and right legs alternately to continuously climb upward for a short time.

Meng Yifan rushed up over a hundred meters and arrived beside the eagle leader. The Ghost Head Blade in his hand flashed with a layer of black light, and he slashed toward the eagle leader's head.

"Screech!" The eagle leader was so frightened it let out a sharp cry. At this moment, it had already been severely wounded by the Congreve Rockets and was physically impaired. In the critical moment, it did its utmost and flew one meter to the left.

Meng Yifan turned his wrist; the Ghost Head Blade followed like a shadow, fast as lightning, and with one strike, he severed the eagle leader's neck.

The blood within the eagle leader's chest cavity gushed out like a fountain, and the headless eagle body plummeted downward.

Meng Yifan held the Ghost Head Blade in his right hand and grabbed the eagle leader's head with his left. Covered from head to toe in blood, he drifted slowly onto the ridge of the city gate tower. Then, he raised the eagle leader's head, focused his Qi into his dantian, and shouted loudly: "Victory!"

The hundreds of soldiers on the city wall saw this scene, and their hot blood was ignited; they followed suit and roared: "Victory! Victory!"

The tens of thousands of commoners inside the city also saw this scene. They had originally been worried about whether they could win and what they should do if they couldn't. At this moment, looking at Meng Yifan holding the head of the Demon Race, their blood boiled, and they firmly believed that by following such a commander, they would surely win this war.

"Victory! Victory! Victory!" Tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, their voices shaking the firmament, their momentum like a rainbow!

The battle between Meng Yifan and the eagle leader, while long to describe, actually took place over a very short duration, totaling only two or three seconds. This also resulted in the other few Third-grade Demon Race members being unable to rescue the eagle leader before Meng Yifan killed it.

"Awoo!" Lang Jiao was enraged. With a long howl, she commanded the Monster Army to launch an all-out assault, attacking Luolong County from all the other city gates simultaneously.

Meng Yifan had long been prepared, and the soldiers were already at their posts; there were also Salvation Army soldiers and able-bodied men defending the other city gates.

The great battle unfolded in full scale. The four city gates were filled with the roaring of Demon Beasts, the battle cries of soldiers, and the thunderous sounds of cannons and flintlocks.

Meng Yifan's beheading of the eagle leader just now had greatly encouraged all the troops. Everyone was high in spirits, fighting bravely in the bloodbath, growing more courageous as they fought, locked in a melee with the Demon Beasts.

The able-bodied men on the city walls continuously threw down Rolling Stones and logs and poured down scalding Golden Juice, while the Salvation Army soldiers continuously fired Elm Cannons and flintlocks, beating back the Wild Beast army's repeated attacks.

The corpses of the Wild Wolf army piled up higher and higher under the city, soon forming a large slope. The Wild Wolf army behind stepped on the corpses of their companions to rush up, then they leaped, their two front paws grabbing the edge of the city wall, and with another burst of strength, their bodies vaulted onto the city wall.

"Fix bayonets! Kill!" Meng Dayong shouted loudly. With a thrust, he pierced a Second Grade Demon Wolf through the heart. Nearby soldiers also stepped forward, using the Stabbing Blades on their flintlocks to knock the Demon Wolves that had rushed onto the city wall back down.

But there were too many Demon Wolves; they came wave after wave. One group was beaten back, and another group came charging up in swarms.

A Salvation Army soldier named Zhang Erwa was using an AK47 Assault Rifle to sweep the Demon Beasts below when suddenly a First Grade Wolf Demon vaulted onto the city wall. With sharp fangs, it bit off Zhang Erwa's right hand in one gulp, and the AK47 Assault Rifle fell to the ground.

Zhang Erwa ignored the heart-wrenching pain from his right hand; he drew the Stabbing Blade from his waist and, using all his strength, stabbed it toward the Wolf Demon's heart, then gave the blade a fierce twist, shattering the Wolf Demon's heart.

"Awoo!" The Wild Wolf let out a mournful howl, then struggled a few times before breathing its last.

Before Zhang Erwa could catch his breath, another Wolf Demon the size of a calf rushed up from this gap in the city wall. This was a Second Grade Wolf Demon; its speed was extremely fast. With a kick of its four legs, its body vaulted to Zhang Erwa's side.

The Wolf Demon opened its bloody maw and bit off Zhang Erwa's right leg in one bite. Immediately after, the Second Grade Wolf Demon extended its right front paw and slashed a one-inch-deep wound into Zhang Erwa's stomach, blood spraying out.

Then, the Demon Wolf pulled to the side with its hook-like claws, disemboweling Zhang Erwa, and his intestines spilled out.

That Second Grade Wild Wolf actually bit onto Zhang Erwa's intestines with its mouth and pulled backward with force, trying to drag out his entire digestive tract.