The setting sun was the color of blood as its last rays faded behind the mountains.
Zhang Yanhe watched the Demon Beast tide retreat once more, and the taut string in his heart finally slackened. Long sword in hand, he slumped against the battlements, gasping for breath.
It had been over ten days since the Demon Beasts launched their first attack. They had gone from facing the enemy on a single front to being besieged on all sides, repelling over a dozen ferocious assaults.
Although they had killed or wounded over a hundred thousand Demon Beasts thanks to the city's formidable defenses, a glance at the overall situation revealed that the outlook remained grim.
Neither the Thunderous Demon King nor the Black Dragon Demon King had made an appearance.
The other Great Demons rarely joined the fray, so in all this time, the defenders had only managed to slay two and severely injure one.
