Sweeping with his divine sense, Ye Tian had already spotted a city standing in the western desert, where the Daliang army was defending to the death.
Countless foreign enemies were swarming forward like a overwhelming tide, scaling ladders hoisted up, with many foes already breaching the ramparts.
The Daliang soldiers fought through blood and gore, suffering countless casualties, and the Western City was in imminent peril.
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