Chapter 336

In front of many people, Xi Qi solemnly assured the tribal chiefs present that this time he had full confidence to capture Demon-Suppressing City. His expression was calm, his tone composed, and inexplicably, many people believed his words.

translation...

Xi Qi suddenly smiled at Wu Tie, his smile warm and kind, just like the old grandfather next door.

Wu Tie also smiled at Xi Qi.

Here there were nearly ten thousand chieftains big and small from over a thousand tribes, and amidst the surging crowd, this kind old grandfather could precisely find Wu Tie and even give him such a warm, kind smile……

Wu Tie was truly flattered and terrified, then he made up his mind: he would definitely kill that old son of a bitch.

So Wu Tie gave a brilliant grin, baring his teeth; two rows of his teeth, faintly dark, flashed cold light like two rows of guillotine blades, silently and colorlessly slicing toward Xi Qi's neck.

Xi Qi simply lowered his head, pretending not to see Wu Tie's malicious smile.

After reaffirming his confidence in this siege once more, he leisurely began issuing orders, assigning responsible areas to the various tribes that had come upon summons, and at the same time giving them their tasks.

The Wu family was highly valued by Xi Qi, and because of the Drought Witch Altar, he ordered the Wu family to patrol near his Main Army Camp, strictly guarding against any attack on the camp's flanks by the Demon-Suppressing Hall's troops.

Of course, this was merely auxiliary defense work; the Wu family's youths did not need to truly join the battle. Xi Qi made it clear to all the tribal leaders present—just plug the gaps; if the flanks of the Main Army Camp were attacked by the Demon-Suppressing Hall and were about to collapse, the Wu family need only lend a little help.

The Drought Witch Altar is enormous in size, and the aura it emits is tremendously terrifying.

Such a tremendous clan treasure placed here is seen by countless people; it cannot be concealed. The Wu family's grand display this time is why Xi Qi values them even more, which is only natural.

Many tribal leaders familiar with Xing Tianxian even shouted greetings to him from afar, and various secret arts transmitted messages—some of those upright tribal leaders were discussing with Xing Tianxian whether they should join forces to make a big deal.

Xing Tianxian and Xuan Mingdie merely gave a dry laugh, offering no solid reply to those earnest tribal leaders.

Join forces to make a big deal?

Make a big deal in Demon-Suppressing City?

Hehe, do you want to lose all your sons here?

Demon-Suppressing City… who knows how many times the Fuxi Divine Kingdom has launched its punitive wars? The Hundred and Eight Cities of Iron Blood still have records of being breached, and Demon-Suppressing City too has seen the Fuxi Divine Kingdom's commander-in-chief lead troops to attack it, yet each time the outcome has been rather tragic.

Loss of troops and commanders, countless casualties—even the phrases 'mountains of corpses and seas of blood' and 'blood flowing so as to float pestles' cannot describe that gruesome scene.

Join forces to make a big deal in Demon-Suppressing City?

Even with the Drought Witch Altar… self-defense might suffice, but to take the offensive……

Xing Tianxian laughed heartily, and his entourage returned to the flying carpet occupied by the Wu family.

The low war drums sounded, and countless flying carpets of all sizes around began to move, soaring into the high sky, passing over the surrounding mountains, and spreading out in all directions.

Xi Qi's Main Army Camp's hundreds of large flying carpets rose like a black cloud into the sky; in the high air a strong wind flowed, the gale pushing the carpets, drawing long, faintly visible trails in the high sky as they charged straight toward Demon-Suppressing City.

Above Demon-Suppressing City, twelve enormous space-sealing treasure wheels began to rotate slowly.

Circle after circle of clear, transparent spatial undulations slowly spread outward, eventually forming a transparent shield with a diameter of one hundred thousand li that enveloped the entire Demon-Suppressing City. The speed of the flying carpets instantly slowed a bit; everyone sensed that their mana consumption had greatly increased during flight, and their bodies felt a noticeable sluggishness.

Directly opposite Xi Qi's Main Army Camp, on the city wall three hundred zhang high and hundreds of li wide, hundreds of tall heavy-armored warriors simultaneously emerged, holding long bugles; after drawing a deep breath, they blew a sharp alarm.

Like hundreds of flood dragons roaring in unison, Demon-Suppressing City instantly came alive.

Crowds of fully armed warriors surged onto the walls; the ground of the walls cracked open, and one after another, all-metal arrow towers rose from within the walls, which were several li thick. On the arrow towers hundreds of zhang high, ranks upon ranks of warriors stood, wielding strong bows and stiff crossbows.

Separated by hundreds of li, Xi Qi gave a single command.

Tens of thousands of cultivators from the Main Army Camp simultaneously let out a long howl, chanting the same incantation, forming identical hand seals; the mana fluctuations emanating from their bodies were all identical. The enormous mana fluctuations actually merged like milk and water, condensing over the great swarm of flying carpets into a thundercloud spanning hundreds of li in radius.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning split the heavens, accompanied by a deafening roar; hundreds of thousands of bolts of purple furious lightning, each as thick as a water jar, erupted from the thundercloud, howling across hundreds of li to strike heavily upon the walls of Demon-Suppressing City.

A thin seal light curtain on the walls of Demon-Suppressing City suddenly lit up, but as soon as the hundreds of thousands of bolts of furious lightning struck, that curtain shattered with a boom.

The hundreds of thousands of bolts of furious lightning struck down unobstructed and unhindered, landing directly on the walls of Demon-Suppressing City.

The walls, hundreds of li long and several li wide, were lined with at least hundreds of thousands of Demon-Suppressing soldiers, the weakest of whom were already at the Chonglou Realm; they never dreamed that the impregnable Demon-Suppressing City… its defensive seal would actually fail.

The furious lightning swept across the walls.

Countless defenseless soldiers had no time to unleash their protective divine artifacts before being struck by the furious lightning.

Hordes of bodies in the lightning's glare were charred, burned, shattered, exploded; large swaths of broken limbs, smoking and aflame, burst from the walls like fireworks and then rained down below.

Along the entire front wall, countless cries rang out; tower after tower of arrow towers were split by thunderbolts, the archers atop them blown to pieces, bursting forth like blood-colored flowers.

Vast expanses of scalding blood, heated by the lightning, splashed onto the walls; with just one strike, Demon-Suppressing City suffered grievous casualties.

Thirty thousand Wu family youths stood on the flying carpets, patrolling three hundred li to the right of the Main Army Camp.

Each Wu family disciple had completed body tempering; their physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary people, so their bodily functions were exceptionally strong, their five senses and six consciousnesses tens of times greater than those of ordinary cultivators.

Over a mere few hundred li, they each widened their eyes, enough to see clearly what was happening on the walls of Demon-Suppressing City.

The thirty thousand Wu family disciples exclaimed in unison.

Even the First City of Iron Blood possessed extremely strong defensive seals; they were led by Xing Tianxian and a great host of Fetal Storage Realm elders, and they even employed the Drought Witch Altar, a clan's supreme treasure, only with great difficulty managing to breach the First City of Iron Blood's defenses.

The defenses of Demon-Suppressing City could only be overcome by something stronger than the First City of Iron Blood.

Yet Demon-Suppressing City's defenses exerted no protective power at all; they appeared and then collapsed with a boom.

This is……

"No wonder Xi Qi said he had absolute confidence in taking Demon-Suppressing City." Knowing that this offensive concealed a great plot, Xing Tianxian, Xuan Mingdie, and the five family elders all sneered……

"However, the Main Army Camp's combination of thunder techniques is truly……" Wu Tie then noticed the terror of those Main Army Camp cultivators of thunder arts.

Hundreds of thousands simultaneously cast the same spell; their thunder arts converged, their power reaching a terrifying extreme. Though these cultivators were only at the Chonglou Realm level, with hundreds of thousands casting in unison without any interference, their combined force fused into one, unleashing destructive power sufficient to threaten even Fetal Storage Realm masters.

No wonder they are called the Main Army Camp.

As for these Wu family tribal warriors, they could only be assigned to the Hunting Camp, or perhaps the Three Sovereigns Camp, the Strange Troop Camp, the Foreign Soldier Camp, and so on—in short, they were a motley crew; only these well-trained regular soldiers constituted the Fuxi Divine Kingdom's proper army.

Corpses littered the walls of Demon-Suppressing City; the troops on the walls were arranged in overly dense formations, and the lightning darting back and forth through countless bodies caused devastation that was extremely horrifying.

Out of the hundreds of thousands of defenders, fewer than thirty percent survived; the rest were slain on the spot by the thunderbolts.

From within the city came urgent alarm cries; masses of fully armed warriors surged forth along the great stairs behind the walls, or directly from the hidden soldier caves within the walls, stepping over the corpses of fallen comrades, they swiftly deployed a new formation on the walls.

An angry roar echoed from within Demon-Suppressing City; even from hundreds of li away, one could not make out what that tremendous roar was shouting.

But from afar one could see that many places inside Demon-Suppressing City had suffered massive explosions; the towers that formed the hub of the city-defense grand formation collapsed with booms in the blasts, and sword light and treasure aura continually poured out from those blast sites, clearly indicating fierce fighting there.

It was clearly visible that many of the Demon-Suppressing City defenders on the walls kept turning their heads to look back into the city.

The troops on the city wall were somewhat disordered.

Xi Qi gave another order, and then hundreds of thousands of cultivators from the Regular Troops Camp acted simultaneously.

Hundreds of huge metal windmills flew out of nowhere above the Regular Troops Camp, their blades each made of thin willow-leaf flying daggers. Hundreds of thousands of cultivators from the Regular Troops Camp poured their mana into the windmills, and the windmills, towering over a thousand zhang tall, instantly began to spin rapidly.

Accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, countless willow-leaf flying daggers, each over a foot long and thin as cicada wings, poured out from the windmills—whoosh—like a sudden storm, sweeping toward the city walls of Demon-Suppressing City.

On the walls of Demon-Suppressing City, a commander of the Fetal Storage Realm raised his long military flag, waved it left and right, and shouted loudly.

All the defenders on the wall raised their left shields simultaneously; the heavy shields lit up one after another, and a yellowish light mist continually spread outward. Then the yellowish light mist from countless shields merged into one, finally forming a towering phantom mountain range hundreds of li long that hovered above the city wall.

Countless flying daggers fell heavily, chopping heavily into the small mountain range formed from the yellow light mist.

Piercing impact sounds rang out continuously, countless sparks flashed, the flying daggers kept falling and rebounding, the commander of the Fetal Storage Realm holding the military flag shouted loudly, and countless archers surged out from behind the city wall.

Hundreds of li apart, the archers simultaneously drew their long bows, and the same dazzling light appeared on their bows.

The light emitted by countless long bows coalesced into one, and finally, accompanied by a resonant roar, at least hundreds of thousands of archers loosed arrows simultaneously; their arrow-light merged swiftly in the void, forming a massive light arrow a hundred zhang thick and tens of thousands of zhang long that shot forth like a howl, charging straight at the formation of the Regular Troops Camp.

Who knows why—perhaps the first successful attack gave Xi Qi overconfidence—but the Regular Troops Camp took no defensive measures.

The massive light arrow struck a flying carpet, then exploded, sending countless thumb-thick, blinding arrow-shards scattering across the sky; on the nearby dozen or so huge flying carpets, hundreds of thousands of Regular Troops troops cried out in anguish.

The light arrow's penetrative power was terrifying; wherever it passed, bodies were easily pierced through, and even the rune-covered Yuan Bing armor could not withstand its puncture.

Hordes of Regular Troops troops were struck down like sieves, blood mist spraying in the ranks, large numbers of soldiers killed by the light arrow, and they kept falling from the flying carpets like dumplings.

In the first clash between the Regular Troops Camp and Demon-Suppressing City, each side lost hundreds of thousands of troops.

On such a massive battlefield of slaughter, individual power was negligible; a well-trained formation was like a meat grinder, and facing this terrifying meat grinder, hundreds of thousands of people were utterly insignificant.

Xing Tian E sucked in a cold breath: 'My—milk—milk oh! Tsk tsk, if our thirty thousand kids got mixed in…… tsk tsk.'

Wu Tie looked around; thirty thousand sons of the Wu Clan—perhaps on such a massive battlefield, a single mana overload could wipe out the entire army.

Xuan Ming Die muttered nervously; he and the Wu Clan elders sat cross-legged on the Drought Demon Wizard Altar, ready to trigger the altar's power at any moment.

Many Regular Troops soldiers suddenly jumped down from the flying carpets, landed on the ground, quickly pulled out countless metal components, and in just a few moments built a hundred huge transmission arrays each a thousand zhang in diameter on the ground.

These soldiers were clearly practiced at this; they finished the enormous workload in just a quarter of an hour.

In the next instant, all a hundred transmission arrays lit up, and crowds of rat people, dwarves, dwarves, werewolves, ox tribe warriors, plus lizard people, snake people, python people, half-dragon people and many more—at least hundreds of distinct underground races—howled as they surged out of the arrays.

Vast, boundless crowds surged like a flood, kicking up clouds of dust across the sky, madly charging toward Demon-Suppressing City.

The light of the transmission arrays kept flashing, and people kept rushing out.

Endless and ceaseless.

Who knows where Xi Qi gathered all these cannon fodder, what promises he gave them, what means he used, to make these cannon-fodder soldiers burst with such fanatical fighting spirit.

Wu Tie trembled all over as he watched the various warriors streaming endlessly from the transmission arrays.

He suddenly recalled the sixty-four soul essence shards he had seized.

He suddenly understood what Xi Qi intended to do.

Demon-Suppressing City is a trap.

Here, it is a harvester… a harvester that harvests souls.

Xi Qi and his allies plan to use Demon-Suppressing City to slaughter hundreds of millions of lives, collect their souls on the spot and condense them into essence, then trade that fresh soul essence with You Ruo and company.

Wu Tie felt a sweetness rise in his throat.

His vision turned completely crimson, his eyeballs blood-red.

He stared fixedly toward the central command of the Regular Troops Camp… Xi Qi was right there, that bastard, right there.

Blood welled up in Wu Tie's mouth.

He clenched his fists and screamed hoarsely: 'I, I swear…… I will kill you!'

So many people…… so many living beings……

Dense and vast, the black tide of people stretched hundreds of li wide; their vanguard had already surged hundreds of li forward, reaching the foot of Demon-Suppressing City's walls, while behind them, hundreds of li back in the transmission arrays, an endless stream of people kept pouring out.