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Feng Tianlong sat atop the Demon Bull, his cold eyes fixed on the faint blue Shield ahead, resembling an insurmountable wall blocking the advance of the demon army. Anger flickered across his face, veins throbbing on his forehead.
"Quick! Assemble the Demon Bull Brigade!" Feng Tianlong shouted furiously at his aide beside him.
The aide immediately responded, rushing toward a group of ragged Slave Owners wielding long whips. Their faces were twisted with ferocity, and the whips in their hands glinted ominously. After issuing orders, the Slave Owners wasted no time in approaching the cage that held the Demon Bulls.
The Slave Owners lashed out at the Demon Bulls inside the cage, striking one whip after another. The coarse leather whips cracked against the Demon Bulls' bodies with sharp sounds. The Demon Bulls roared in fury, their massive forms crashing against the cage, their jealous and volatile tempers ignited.
The Slave Owners watched with satisfaction as the enraged Demon Bulls thrashed about in their confinement, then swiftly opened the cage. The Demon Bulls broke free from their restraints like a surging flood, charging wildly out of the cage. They showed no distinction between friend and foe, mercilessly colliding with everything in their path.
Wherever the massive bodies of the Demon Bulls went, chaos ensued. Countless Demon Soldiers fell under their onslaught, screams echoing through the air. The hooves of the Demon Bulls struck the ground with deafening sounds, as if shaking the very earth itself.
Feng Tianlong observed all this coldly, showing no sign of pity or concern. His gaze remained locked on that blue Shield, his eyes glinting with a ruthless light. He was indifferent to the Demon Soldiers crushed beneath the hooves of the Demon Bulls; to him, they were mere expendables. The only thing that mattered was destroying the enemy before him.
"Charge!" Feng Tianlong bellowed, his voice reverberating like thunder across the battlefield.
Under the urging of their Slave Owners, the Demon Bulls charged forward with increasing ferocity. Their massive and sturdy bodies collided against the Shield with a thunderous roar. With each violent impact, the Shield began to shimmer and tremble as if it might shatter at any moment.
On the other side of the Shield stood Master Han, frowning deeply as he witnessed the assault from the Demon Bull Brigade. He took a deep breath, striving to remain calm while continuing to gather his Spiritual Energy to maintain the Shield's stability. However, his unease grew stronger; he knew that the real challenge had arrived.
The Shield quivered under the relentless battering from the Mad Bulls, its light flickering erratically. Each collision felt like an earthquake, shaking the entire battlefield. The commander quickly recognized the urgency of the situation and urgently ordered, "Hold fast to the Shield! Concentrate all firepower on those Demon Bulls!"
The soldiers reacted swiftly, directing all their firepower at the Demon Bulls. Machine Gun Turrets and anti-aircraft guns unleashed a barrage of bullets and shells upon the Mad Bulls. The hides of the Demon Bulls were torn apart, blood and flesh flying everywhere, yet they continued to charge forward without hesitation.
The Mad Bulls seemed unusually excited, even on the brink of death, they were determined to deliver one last strike. Each Demon Bull charged at the Shield with all its might before collapsing. Under such fierce impacts, the Shield began to show obvious cracks, and its faint blue glow grew dimmer.
Master Han stood at the center of the Shield, his hands radiating a dazzling light as he continuously infused Spiritual Energy into it, striving to maintain its stability. Sweat covered his face, and the veins on his forehead throbbed, revealing the pressure and anxiety within him.
The Cultivators were also giving their all, their Spiritual Energy converging into beams of light that flowed into the Shield. Each one gritted their teeth, their eyes shining with an indomitable spirit. Master Han felt their efforts and a warm surge rose in his heart.
"Hold on! We can defend this place!" Master Han shouted loudly, his voice echoing across the battlefield, instilling immense confidence and strength in everyone.
However, the Mad Bulls' assaults grew increasingly ferocious, and more cracks appeared on the Shield. Master Han sensed the depletion of Spiritual Energy, and his unease intensified. He knew that if this continued, the Shield would eventually be breached, but he had to hold on until reinforcements arrived.
"Everyone, push harder! We can hold this!" Master Han shouted again, his voice filled with determination and hope.
The commander observed the situation ahead with a furrowed brow. He understood the importance of this battle; there was no room for retreat. Under his command, the soldiers continued to fire frantically, trying to take down the Mad Bulls.
"Fire! Concentrate your fire! Don't let them break through!" The commander's voice resonated across the battlefield as soldiers poured bullets and shells onto the Mad Bulls with all their might.
Finally, one Mad Bull fell under the concentrated firepower, but more Mad Bulls followed closely behind, continuing their assault on the Shield. The cracks on the Shield became more pronounced, and its glow dimmed further.
As the frenzied attacks from the Demon Bulls finally took effect, with more cracks appearing on the Shield and its light fading further, Feng Tianlong's face lit up with satisfaction as he revealed a cold smile. With a wave of his hand, he commanded loudly, "Demon Wolf Cavalry, charge!"
A squad of Demon Wolf Cavalry quickly assembled; these cavalrymen wielded blunt weapons with bloodthirsty glints in their eyes. Their mounts—Demon Wolves—were massive creatures with sharp claws that sent chills down one's spine. At Feng Tianlong's command, the Demon Wolf Cavalry let out wild roars and charged madly toward the front lines.
"Charge!" The Demon Wolf Cavalry roared loudly as they swung their blunt weapons through the air while their sharp claws dug into the ground, kicking up clouds of dust. They surged forward like a black torrent, ruthlessly pushing ahead in an attempt to obliterate humanity's defenses.
At the same time, Feng Tianlong turned around and coldly glared at the Demon Archer behind him. He waved his hand again, issuing the command, "Archers, form up and prepare to shoot!"
The Demon Archers swiftly moved into a neat formation, their bows gleaming with a chilling light in their hands. Their eyes were filled with murderous intent as they drew their bows, aiming at the front line, ready to unleash deadly arrows.
Feng Tianlong gazed at the battlefield ahead, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes. He knew that if they could break through the Shield with a single strike, the human defenses would collapse. A cold smile crept across his lips, as if victory was already within reach.
Master Han stood on the other side of the Shield, watching the charge of the Demon Wolf Cavalry with growing anxiety. He felt the pressure on the Shield intensifying; they needed to find a way to strengthen their defenses quickly, or the entire line would be utterly overwhelmed.
"Everyone, hold your ground! We can defend this place!" Master Han shouted loudly, his voice echoing across the battlefield, instilling immense confidence and strength in everyone.
The soldiers and Cultivators fought desperately under Master Han's command, knowing that this battle determined the fate of the Southern Capital, leaving no room for retreat.
The Demon Wolf Cavalry drew closer, and the archers were ready, their arrows shimmering with a cold light, poised to fire at any moment.
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