Hear the shrill siren!

Zhao Pan's face changed and instantly became as pale as paper.

"To be honest, Yangcheng is now the main attack direction of the eight lines of the Demon Sect! These guys from the Demon Sect have played a very good trick. They attack in the east and in the west, making the superiors think that the north of the Blood Demon Sect is the main attack direction... Now Yangcheng is at the end of the war.

, it will actually be of no use to fill in the small number of people like you." Zhao Pan explained.

Immediately, Zhao Pan looked at Fairy Caihe Miaoyu and said, "Everyone, when the city is broken, we will run separately. Each one who can run will be counted."

These words...

Simply...

As the coach guarding Yangcheng, it is simply unbelievable that he would say such words on the battlefield.

How on earth is this war situation going to turn out to be like this?

"Is it so serious?" Song Ziyu asked, "Is there not even a chance for rescue?"

Zhao Pan said, "Fellow Taoist, go up to the top of Yangcheng and take a look. Then you will know what the situation is like."

So, accompanied by Zhao Pan and others, Song Ziyu and others rushed towards the city.

What I saw along the way was that the entire Yangcheng was mobilized and making final preparations for the war.

On the city wall and beside the beacon tower, guards were waiting in groups!

These teams, led by foundation-building monks and composed of a few mortal soldiers and Qi-refining monks, were divided into hundreds or even thousands of teams and were mobilizing before the war.

The soldiers' eyes were quite flustered, and they seemed to be very unfavorable about the trend of the war.

Song Ziyu climbed to the top of the city and took a look outside the city. In an instant, Song Ziyu understood where the panic of these soldiers came from.

Song Ziyu squinted his eyes and looked over. For a moment, he was stunned.

To the south outside Yangcheng, there are overwhelming enemy troops from the Demon Sect... No, to be precise, they are all zombies!

…

War clouds loomed, dark clouds gathered, and an eerie atmosphere enveloped the entire city.

distant

On the horizon, a dark shadow slowly rose, it was a huge army of zombies.

These zombies are so dark!

Their steps are heavy and slow, as if they are moving forward endlessly.

The zombie army is huge!

It's enough to scare people!

Song Ziyu looked carefully and found that among the zombie army, there were tall and powerful skeleton warriors, zombie knights holding spears, and zombie giants wearing heavy armor.

Their eyes were empty and lifeless, but full of desire and hatred for the living.

The scene was too big.

Song Ziyu had not seen this kind of scene for several years.

No wonder Zhao Pan and others are so pessimistic.

This crushing level of zombie army is really terrifying.

On the walls of the city, the guards held their weapons nervously, their faces full of worry and fear.

The zombie army under the city wall is getting closer and closer, their pace is like the beat of death, making it impossible to escape.

On the arrow tower on the city wall, the archers nervously drew their bowstrings, preparing for the upcoming battle.

Even though there are tens of thousands of soldiers in Yangcheng who are a mixture of monks and mortals, everyone knows very well that no one has any confidence in defending this city.

"The scene is very grand."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Song Ziyu couldn't help laughing.

"Fellow Taoist, how can you still laugh?"

Zhao Pan couldn't help but ask.

Before Song Ziyu could say anything, Fairy Miaoyu beside her got angry first.

"Your Hualong Sect is really unreliable. Just send some rotten fish and shrimps at the critical moment. This guy in the lead is still a lunatic... I'm ugly.

Let me tell you from the front, as soon as the city is defeated, the first thing I have to do is to leave the battlefield. It is impossible for me, the fairy, to sacrifice myself for the benefit of your Hualong Sect."

Fairy Miaoyu cursed.

Song Ziyu didn't take it seriously.

These guys don't understand.

Now, when I see these zombies, I feel like I am seeing my family, and I feel a strange sense of intimacy.

Sudden!

A strong wind swept over, carrying a fishy smell, blowing the walls of the city to the point of collapse.

Immediately afterwards, the zombie army made a deafening roar, as if announcing that war was coming! ??

The guards on the city wall gritted their teeth and tried not to behave too badly.

But everyone seems to know that everyone's fate is over.

In this upcoming battle, the fate of mankind in Yangcheng is at stake.

However, everyone did not give up the struggle, but united closely.

Because everyone knows that in the face of such a grand narrative, everyone will be small.

If the packages form a ball and they struggle hard, if everyone loses money and loses money, they will not even have the last chance to survive.

Therefore!

The siege of the Corpse Demon Sect gave everyone who had long been in despair still had the final will to fight.

…

"Kaicheng allows ordinary people to escape?"

Taoist Wuxiang expressed his opinion: "A battle of this level is almost meaningless to ordinary people."

Even though he was a murderer without batting an eyelid, Taoist Wuxiang actually felt compassion at this time.

However, Zhao Pan's words poured cold water on Taoist Wuxiang.

"We can't let them out."

Zhao Pan said categorically, "The Corpse Demon Sect has set up a dragnet outside. Ordinary people in Yangcheng will come out."

Go, if you can't run five miles away, you will be surrounded by an army of zombies, then bite them, and finally transform into the enemy's forces... To be honest, among the millions of zombies on the opposite side, at least one-third are from the previous rounds.

The Yangcheng defenders who were killed during the battle were transformed."

Having said this, even though Zhao Pan is a Nascent Soul Stage monk, his whole voice was trembling when he said this.

Obviously, Zhao Pan was also cast into the shadow in the previous battle.

"Don't be afraid, we are here."

Song Ziyu spoke in relief.

Fairy Miaoyu sneered, "You have a hundred and ten people in total. What can these people do? In the face of such a large-scale war, you can't even fill in the numbers! I don't know what the Hualong Sect is thinking. Could it be that they

Don’t you want this Yangcheng at all?”

…

"Hey, you're right! Hualong Sect really has no plans to take over this Yangcheng."

Dozens of miles away from Yangcheng, a group of Demon Sect monks are stationed here.

Dozens of Golden Core Stage Demon Sect monks gathered around, and a dozen Nascent Soul Stage old monsters gathered here. The first Demon Sect monk was very powerful and was bragging to other Yuanying Stage monks.

This old demon sect monk is tall and thin, like a skeleton eroded by darkness.

His face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes were as deep as black holes, shining with evil light.

His skin showed a strange purple color, as if the blood of countless creatures had dyed his body red.

The old monk's hair was gray and messy, like a tangled mass of crow feathers.

His ears were pointed and long, like wolf ears, giving off a fierce aura.

His nose is flat and twisted, and his lips are chapped, revealing a row of sharp fangs.

He was wearing a black robe, which was embroidered with strange runes and exuded an evil aura.

In front of this old monster, other Nascent Soul stage monks seemed a little groveling.
Chapter completed!