Originally, this was a bustling and lively town. Streets and alleys were filled with an endless stream of pedestrians and lined with thriving shops; children played and laughed in the narrow lanes, while the elderly leisurely sipped tea in teahouses. Yet at this moment, all that peace was ruthlessly shattered by a shadow that blotted out the sky. Pouring over the land like a dark, overwhelming tide was an army of evil entities. Screaming and roaring, they seemed intent on tearing the town to pieces. The deafening noise made the heart of everyone on the city walls tighten. I knew deeply that the real, ferocious battle was only just beginning.
Under the wave after wave of frenzied attacks by the evil entities, the defensive fortifications on the city walls were already riddled with holes and teetering on the verge of collapse. Rolling logs and massive stones crashed down like rain, and the flashing lights of talismans and magic tools flickered everywhere. Yet in the face of the countless hordes of evil entities, these efforts proved utterly inadequate.
Cultivator after cultivator was injured during the defense, their screams echoing one after another, sounding exceptionally shrill across the chaotic battlefield. The air was thick with a dense stench of blood, a pungent odor mixed with the smell of dust that made one's stomach churn with wave after wave of nausea.
Chapter 117