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Master Han stood at the center of the Shield, straining to inject more Spiritual Energy into it. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his brow furrowed deeply, and his face appeared slightly pale from the excessive strain. Despite his efforts, he could feel the Shield beginning to weaken.
The Cultivators beside him were also doing their utmost, channeling their Spiritual Energy into the Shield. However, the immense pressure and relentless attacks were taking a toll on their bodies. Several Cultivators had faces as white as paper, their hands trembling, and their output of Spiritual Energy became intermittent.
Suddenly, one Cultivator let out a muffled groan, blood spewing from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground. His Spiritual Energy was abruptly cut off, and a noticeable crack appeared on the Shield. The Cultivator's body could no longer support him; he struggled to rise but could only fall helplessly to the ground, staring blankly ahead.
Xiao Feng watched this scene unfold, his heart racing with anxiety. He knew that these Cultivators had reached their limit; if they continued like this, even more would be unable to hold on. He shouted encouragement to the other Cultivators, trying to lift their spirits.
"Everyone hold on! We can't give up! Just a little longer, and reinforcements will arrive!" Xiao Feng called out urgently, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
However, the response from the Cultivators was not as positive as he had hoped. The overwhelming pressure caused their Spiritual Energy output to become increasingly unstable; the Shield grew thinner and dimmer. Pain and helplessness etched across several Cultivators' faces as their Spiritual Energy was nearly depleted.
"We... can barely hold on..." one Cultivator whispered, his tone filled with despair and exhaustion. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his output of Spiritual Energy weakened further.
Cracks multiplied across the Shield's surface, its light flickering uncertainly as if it could shatter at any moment. Master Han felt the loss of Spiritual Energy and his unease deepened, but he knew this was not the time to give up. Taking a deep breath and gritting his teeth, he focused again, channeling his remaining Spiritual Energy into the Shield.
"Everyone hold on just a bit longer! We must endure!" Master Han shouted, his voice filled with determination and unwavering will.
Seeing the state of the Cultivators made Xiao Feng feel a sense of helplessness. He knew these individuals had given their all, but their Spiritual Energy was ultimately limited; against the pressure of the demonic army, their strength seemed so insignificant. Xiao Feng's heart raced with anxiety as he looked around for anyone who could help them.
Yet all that filled the battlefield were continuous sounds of attacks and the labored breaths of the Cultivators. The light of the Shield grew weaker and its cracks widened. Master Han sensed its fragility and felt a flicker of despair rise within him, but he still fought to remain calm.
Feng Tianlong sat atop a Demon Bull, coldly observing the battlefield. He keenly noticed that the light of the Shield was dimming further and its cracks were expanding. A cruel smile crept onto his lips as he watched this unfold, his eyes glinting with malice.
"Fire!" Feng Tianlong commanded loudly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority and cruelty.
The Demon Archers, already poised for action, immediately responded to the order, drawing their bows and aiming at the Shield ahead. Countless arrows shimmered in the air like harbingers of death. With Feng Tianlong's command, a torrential rain of arrows shot toward the Shield like a storm, bringing with it the power of destruction.
Master Han stood at the center of the Shield, feeling the deadly danger approaching, his heart tightening. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he shouted urgently, "Find cover!"
His voice was filled with anxiety and command, but in such a tense battle, the soldiers and Cultivators had no time to react. The dense rain of arrows struck the Shield with unstoppable force.
With a tremendous roar, the Shield shuddered under the violent impact of the arrows, cracks rapidly spreading across its surface, flickering with unstable light. Master Han poured all his Spiritual Energy into maintaining the Shield's stability, but the relentless barrage of arrows mercilessly pierced through his defenses.
With a thunderous boom, the Shield finally succumbed to the immense pressure and shattered. The light from its explosion burst into the air like a massive bomb going off, a deafening sound echoing across the battlefield.
The arrows penetrated through the broken Shield without obstruction, targeting the defenseless soldiers and Cultivators. Sharp projectiles sliced through the air with deadly glints, resembling a merciless slaughter.
The soldiers cried out in panic, trying to find cover, but it was already too late. The rain of arrows poured down like a sudden storm, ruthlessly piercing their bodies. One soldier clutched his chest where he had been struck, collapsing in agony as blood quickly stained the ground. Another Cultivator attempted to dodge but was pierced by several arrows, losing his life in an instant.
Feng Tianlong watched as the Shield shattered, a more pronounced grin spreading across his face. His eyes gleamed with cruel delight as he reveled in the carnage unfolding before him. He knew this was just the beginning; what followed would be a complete crushing and annihilation of humanity.
"Hahaha! No one can stop me!" Feng Tianlong laughed maniacally, his voice brimming with unmatched confidence and arrogance. He understood that in this battle, victory was already assured.
As he witnessed the moment of the Shield's destruction, his arrogance and joy reached their peak. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he suddenly stood up, his voice booming like thunder across the battlefield: "All troops advance! Annihilate them!"
His command spread instantly throughout the demon army. The Demon Soldiers surged forward as if infused with frenzied power. The ground trembled beneath their charge as countless pairs of red eyes glinted with murderous intent; swords, axes, spears, and knives were raised high in their hands, their blades sharp enough to cleave through anything.
On the human side, after the Shield shattered, smoke and chaos filled the surroundings. The soldiers had not yet managed to regroup when the tide of enemies surged forward. The dark horde of Demons crashed against the already crumbling defenses like a relentless wave.
Amidst the smoke, a group of Demon Wolf Cavalry charged in first, their mounts—Demon Wolves—towering and displaying glinting teeth that instilled fear. The Demon Wolf Cavalry swung their bludgeons without hesitation, killing anyone in sight, leaving a trail of carnage and unending wails.
The commander coughed through the haze, his eyes squinting from the stinging smoke. His voice was filled with urgency and command: "Quick! Machine Gun Turret, maintain fire and cover the retreat!"
However, just as his order was relayed, a soldier scrambled toward the Machine Gun Turret, trying to take control of the weapon. Yet, as soon as his hand touched the gun, an arrow fell from above with lightning speed, striking him squarely in the head.
With a loud "thud," blood splattered everywhere; the soldier's body stiffened for a moment before collapsing lifelessly to the ground. His hand still clutched the trigger of the machine gun, but he could no longer pull it.
The commander watched this unfold in horror, a chill settling in his heart. He knew that the Demon assault had arrived; this battle had entered its most desperate phase. The air was thick with smoke and the stench of blood as the Demon Wolf Cavalry rampaged mercilessly, tearing Human Soldiers apart.
The human defenses were collapsing under the relentless onslaught of demons. Soldiers retreated step by step amidst the frenzied attacks. Each charge brought countless deaths; the commander's voice echoed through the smoke, ordering a final stand, but reality left him feeling utterly powerless.
Feng Tianlong sat atop a Demon Bull, coldly observing everything unfold. A cruel smile crept across his lips, his eyes filled with disdain and ruthlessness. He knew there was no doubt about the outcome of this battle; victory beckoned him. To him, these humans fighting desperately were nothing more than ants struggling for survival.
The demon army surged like an unending tide; soldiers fought desperately in despair, but the shadow of death loomed mercilessly over them. Every gunshot and every drop of blood marked this tragic battle. And Feng Tianlong was the orchestrator of this massacre, coldly manipulating it all while casting shadows of death over every head.
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