Villain: The hostess collapsed after killing the woman to preach

The lead-gray sky was like a heavy boulder, pressing heavily upon the Human Emperor City, adding a sense of oppression and despair to this brutal war.

On the battlefield.

The shouts, the collision of weapons, and the screams intertwined together to form a horrifying symphony of death.

"Protector Ning, why don't you kill the enemy?"

Other high-ranking members of the Wu Clan raised questions when they saw Ning Jie's calm and leisurely look.

"Humph!"

Ning Jie sneered and said coldly:

"Is this kind of trash worthy of my protection?"

After hearing this, everyone could only remain silent. After all, strength is the most important thing. You have to know that Ning Jie was the one who killed Liu Lian!

Ning Jie ignored them and continued to move among the torrent of Wu Clan soldiers. He put his hands behind his back and moved nimbly among the crowd, each step being as light as the wind and clouds.

But this does not mean that he has nothing to do. At this moment, his eyes are like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky. He scans the surroundings carefully and does not miss any slight movement.

Because, just as he stepped into the area near the Human Emperor City, he felt a familiar breath coming towards him.

It's Qiu Yuebai!

This familiar breath made him tense instantly. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle and the muscles all over his body tensed unconsciously. He knew very well that the current situation was precarious and if he was not careful, he would lose everything.

Wu Jin rode high on the giant beast that was emitting a strange glow all over its body, and waved the evil-filled staff in his hand.

He raised his head and his wild laughter echoed over the battlefield.

The smile on his face was almost twisted, as if victory was already in his grasp.

"Killing these people will determine success or failure, hehehe..."

His laughter was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl, making people feel creepy.

At the same time, the dark power surging around his body seemed to be the embodiment of his arrogance. The dark aura continued to spread outward, making the surrounding air icy and freezing.

Ning Jie narrowed his eyes slightly. He understood that Wu Jin was waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to the human race.

The attack of the Witch Clan was like a raging tsunami, each wave stronger than the last, with an overwhelming force.

"Kill! Tear them apart!"

The Wu Clan soldiers shouted in unison, the sound was deafening, and it seemed that the sound could break through the clouds and make the heaven and earth tremble.

Carrying ladders and pushing catapults, they rushed towards the Human Emperor City like mad beasts.

The huge stones thrown by the catapults were accompanied by the whistling wind and hit the city walls like dense raindrops.

"Boom! Boom!"

There were continuous loud noises, bricks and stones of the city wall flew everywhere, and the soldiers defending the city were smashed and screamed in pain.

A young soldier was unable to dodge and was hit head-on by the boulder. He was instantly turned into a pool of meat paste. He left only a short scream and disappeared on this cruel battlefield, leaving only a shocking pool of blood on the ground.

Although the human soldiers fought desperately, they could not withstand the fierce attack of the witch tribe. Their defense line gradually collapsed and they could only retreat step by step.

At this moment, the walls of the Human Emperor City are riddled with holes, bricks and stones are falling off, and the cracks are shocking, as if they were scars carved by time.

The soldiers defending the city had blood on their faces and their eyes were filled with fatigue and despair, but they still held their weapons tightly and refused to give up.

"Today, even if I have to, I will not let you bastards of the Wu Clan set foot in the Human Emperor City!"

Some soldiers had their arms cut and were bleeding. The bright red blood kept dripping down their arms and gathered into a small pool of blood on the ground, but they still waved their long swords with their other hands, making their final struggle.

Some soldiers were hit by enemy arrows, but they gritted their teeth, broke the arrow shafts and continued to fight tenaciously. Their eyes showed their determination to face death.

At this critical moment, the human cultivators had red eyes and determined faces.

"For the human race!"

An elderly monk roared and took the lead in burning his own blood essence.

In an instant, blood shot up into the sky, and streaks of blood gathered together to form a dim but resolute formation.

The shouts and cries of killing on the battlefield were so deafening that they hurt people's eardrums. Blood flowed and dyed the ground red. Corpses were lying in all directions on every inch of the ground. Broken arms and limbs were scattered everywhere. The air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood.

A human cultivator, after burning his life essence and blood, his body quickly shriveled up, his face became distorted, his skin lost its luster, and became as rough as tree bark.

But he still forced himself to inject strength until the last moment, when he fell in a pool of blood.

His body gradually grew colder, but he still maintained a posture that was filled with strength.

However, the attack of the Witch Clan was too powerful. Even though the human cultivators tried their best, the Witch Clan soldiers, like a black tide, still pressed forward step by step.

The Wu Clan soldiers were fearless and continued to charge on top of the corpses of their companions. Ladders were placed against the city walls, and the soldiers climbed up the ladders desperately, engaging in fierce close combat with the defenders on the wall.

On the city walls, swords and sabers flashed, and the sounds of shouting, weapons clashing, and screams intertwined into a tragic song.

A Wu Clan soldier climbed up the city wall and slashed at the human defenders with his sword.

The human soldiers used the spears in their hands to resist, the swords and spears collided, sparks flew, the two men fought back and forth, neither gave in, and finally both were exhausted and fell in a pool of blood.

Their bodies slowly slid down the city wall, leaving shocking bloodstains on it.

Just when everyone felt despair, countless people poured out of the streets and alleys of the Human Emperor City.

Those who were hiding in the rooms and in the dark came out one after another at this moment.

They were dressed in rags, their faces were haggard but their eyes were determined.

A white-haired old man put his hands together with trembling hands, his eyes full of piety, his lips trembling slightly, and whispered words of blessing.

"God bless us, please save the human race!"

A young child also imitated the adults, closing his eyes and mumbling something, with seriousness written all over his young face.

They put their hands together and made wishes in a low voice.

In an instant!

Countless white auras rose from their hands and gathered towards the crumbling formation.

This magical scene made Ning Jie's eyes widen, and he couldn't help but exclaim:

“It’s actually the power of faith!”

The originally dim formation became brighter and brighter with the power of faith, forming an indestructible barrier that could withstand the attacks of the witch clan.

The Wu Clan soldiers were caught off guard by this sudden change, and their originally unstoppable attack came to an abrupt halt.

The soldiers in the front row were knocked to the ground by the shock of the light, their bodies rolling on the ground, groaning in pain.

The soldiers in the rear also looked terrified and at a loss. Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion. They didn't know what this sudden power was, and they exclaimed in surprise.

"What the hell is this!"