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Master Han stood atop the city wall, an old telescope in hand. Through the lens, he clearly saw the advancing demon army not far away. Amidst the swirling dust and smoke, Feng Tianlong sat atop a massive Demon Bull, his cold expression and imposing demeanor sending chills down the spine. Surrounding him, countless Demon Soldiers surged forward like a relentless tide, inexorably approaching the Southern Capital.
Master Han lowered the telescope, his expression grave as he looked at the commander and nodded. The commander immediately understood and issued an attack order to the artillery units. With the command given, cannons fired in unison, their thunderous roars echoing through the air. Anti-aircraft guns quickly joined in, wildly unleashing ammunition as shells whistled across the sky toward the demon army.
The artillery fire erupted violently, causing chaos among the demon ranks. Smoke and flames intertwined, kicking up clouds of dust and debris. The Demon Soldiers let out piercing cries; some were blown apart while others fell amidst the smoke. Yet, more Demon Soldiers continued to charge forward fearlessly.
Feng Tianlong watched all of this from his perch on the Demon Bull, his expression devoid of panic, instead revealing a cold smirk. To him, the cannon fire was nothing more than a trivial annoyance that could not shake his confidence.
Master Han knew all too well that these attacks were nearly insignificant against the demon army. The Demon Soldiers were well-trained, possessing immense endurance and recovery capabilities; ordinary artillery was unlikely to pose a lethal threat to them. Moreover, a powerhouse like Feng Tianlong would certainly not be easily repelled by simple cannon fire.
"Maintain formation! Prepare for battle!" Master Han shouted, his voice imbued with an indomitable strength. "We must hold this position; we cannot allow the demon army to breach our defenses!"
The soldiers responded immediately, swiftly reorganizing their defensive line. Their faces were serious, yet determination shone in their eyes. They understood that this would be a grueling fight, but there was no retreat; they had to protect their homeland.
Master Han turned to the side and looked at the Messenger, asking urgently, "When will Li Ming and the others arrive with reinforcements?"
The Messenger nervously gripped the communication device, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he stammered in reply, "Master, our communication equipment has been severely disrupted by high levels of Spiritual Energy and is unable to connect. However, based on their marching speed, reinforcements should arrive in about half an hour."
Upon hearing this response, Master Han's brow furrowed deeply as he muttered to himself, "Half an hour... thirty minutes—neither long nor short..."
He knew that in such intense combat, countless variables could arise within half an hour. In an instant, the balance of victory could tilt. Already, the city gates had become a sea of flames as the demon army relentlessly battered against their defenses. Human Soldiers and Cultivators fought valiantly to resist; yet with each passing second, their pressure mounted.
Taking a deep breath, Master Han's eyes flashed with determination. He understood that now the only reliable force was himself; he had to lead everyone through to the end.
"Everyone, hold on!" Master Han shouted loudly, his voice resonating across the battlefield, instilling every soldier and Cultivator with immense confidence and strength. "We must hold this position! Reinforcements are on their way; as long as we endure, victory will belong to us!"
The soldiers heard Master Han's voice, and the fear and despair in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by an indomitable fighting spirit. They tightened their grips on their weapons, gritting their teeth, ready to face the next wave of fierce attacks.
Master Han's staff shone with a dazzling light as he stood at the forefront of the defense line, his figure tall and imposing like a mountain. He understood his responsibility and the significance of this battle. He was determined to lead everyone to the end, to protect Southern Capital, to safeguard their homeland.
As the demonic army drew closer, the atmosphere on the battlefield grew increasingly tense. The cannon fire continued to roar madly, but the footsteps of the demonic forces showed no signs of slowing down. Feng Tianlong's silhouette flickered in the smoke, his dominance and strength impossible to ignore.
Master Han knew that the situation was urgent; they needed to strengthen their defenses to hold out until reinforcements arrived. He quickly called out to Xiao Feng, urgency lacing his voice: "Xiao Feng, let's gather Spiritual Energy together and set up a Spiritual Energy Shield for our defense line!"
Xiao Feng nodded without hesitation, responding, "Yes, Master!" He then turned to the other Cultivators and issued commands, "Everyone, follow my lead! Concentrate your Spiritual Energy and prepare to set up the Shield!"
The Cultivators reacted swiftly, taking their positions and forming a circular formation. Master Han stood at the center of the formation, raising his hand as he began to chant incantations softly, his voice deep and powerful, resonating in everyone's ears.
"Heaven and Earth are profound and vast; the universe is boundless. Gather Spiritual Energy to protect all living beings!" Master Han's voice rang out like a great bell, stirring hearts.
As Master Han recited the incantation, the other Cultivators joined in unison. Spiritual Energy flowed between them, converging into a powerful force. A pale blue light rose from Master Han's hand, gradually spreading outwards to form a massive Shield that enveloped the entire defense line.
The Shield slowly ascended like a solid wall, blocking the demonic attacks from outside. The pale blue light flickered in the air, emanating strong Spiritual Energy that temporarily prevented the Demon Soldiers from breaking through.
Master Han, Xiao Feng, and the other Cultivators focused intently as Spiritual Energy continuously surged into the Shield, maintaining its stability. Their faces were drenched in sweat, yet their eyes sparkled with unwavering determination.
"Everyone hold on!" Master Han shouted loudly. "We can definitely defend this place!"
The demonic assaults remained fierce as countless Demon Soldiers and monsters relentlessly crashed against the Shield. Yet it stood firm like an invisible barrier, neutralizing their attacks. Protected by the Shield, the soldiers quickly reorganized their defense line in preparation for the next wave of assault.
"Let's put in more effort!" Xiao Feng shouted, his voice filled with strength and hope.
As the Spiritual Energy continued to surge, the Shield's radiance grew ever brighter, resembling a dazzling star that illuminated the entire battlefield. Master Han felt the overwhelming flow of Spiritual Energy; he knew that as long as they held on, reinforcements would arrive soon.
On this battlefield, Master Han and Xiao Feng led the Cultivators in a fierce confrontation against the demonic army. Their Spiritual Energy and Shield formed an unbreakable defense, igniting a new flame of hope for humanity.
Demon Soldiers and monsters surged toward the Shield like a tidal wave, countless claws and spikes crashing against it with piercing sounds. However, the Shield remained indomitable, blocking all attacks. The pale blue light flickered under the impact of the demons but never shattered.
The soldiers on the city wall reacted swiftly, gunfire booming like thunder as bullets rained down, taking down the Demon Soldiers and monsters that charged at the Shield one by one. A Demon Wolf lunged forward, its sharp claws scraping against the Shield, but was quickly shot in the head, collapsing to the ground in a pool of blood.
"Keep firing! Don't let them break through!" a soldier shouted loudly, his voice echoing across the battlefield, rallying his comrades.
The Cultivators were equally determined; they formed intricate seals with their hands as Spiritual Energy gathered in the air, transforming into powerful attacks. Flames, frost, and lightning intertwined, sweeping through the Demon Soldiers, tearing them apart, freezing them solid, or reducing them to ashes.
"Fire Dragon Spell!" one Cultivator shouted as a massive fire dragon appeared in his hands, roaring and clawing its way toward the Demon Soldiers, instantly engulfing several of them in flames.
Master Han stood at the center of the Shield, focusing intently on channeling his Spiritual Energy. His staff shone with brilliant light as he continuously infused Spiritual Energy into the Shield to maintain its stability. Yet deep down, he felt a twinge of unease.
He knew that the real challenge lay ahead. Feng Tianlong, that formidable enemy, could appear on the battlefield at any moment. His power was immense; Master Han had no confidence that their current defenses could withstand him.
"We must hold on!" Master Han murmured to himself, determination flickering in his eyes.
The demonic onslaught remained relentless as countless soldiers and monsters continued to batter against the Shield. But with the combined efforts of soldiers and Cultivators alike, their defense held strong. Master Han took a deep breath, striving to suppress his anxiety; he knew this was not the time for doubt. He had to remain calm and lead everyone until reinforcements arrived.
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