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Chapter 633: The First Battle
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On a vast plain, countless Demon Clan beings crowded together, forming a dense mass that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Despite being intimidated by the pressure from high-tier Demonic Beasts, which kept them from fighting among themselves, the roar of beasts never ceased.
"You stepped on my tail! Roar!"
"Roar! Your horn jabbed into my thigh!"
"Your snot dripped onto me! Roar!"
"Roar! You peed on me!"
And so on, the quarreling among the beasts continued incessantly.
At this moment, on the distant horizon, a black line appeared, rapidly pressing toward the plain crowded with Demonic Beasts.
The plains echoed with the roars of beasts, spreading across the entire area. Upon hearing these roars, all the Demonic Beasts were instantly roused and surged forward toward the approaching black line.
Amidst the stampede of beasts, occasionally one or two Demonic Beasts would stumble and fall for various reasons. However, this did not halt the advance of the Beast Tide.
The fallen Demonic Beasts were trampled by those behind them time and time again, eventually turning into pulp stuck to the feet of countless other Demonic Beasts.
At the forefront of the charge, the leading Demonic Beasts could now clearly see rows of Human Clan Cultivators ahead, clad in armor and wielding various weapons, ready to confront them with sharp blades.
Instinctively sensing immense danger from these Human Clan figures, the Demonic Beasts found themselves pushed forward by the crowded masses behind them, with no room for retreat.
Meanwhile, in the sky, numerous beams of Magical Arts shot out from Flying Boats, exploding within the Demonic Beast horde, significantly thinning out the ranks ahead.
Before the residual power of the Magical Arts could dissipate, countless Flying Swords and Short Spears were launched from the Flying Boats, further thinning out the vanguard of the beast horde.
At this moment, numerous flying Demonic Beasts took flight, surrounding the Flying Boats in the sky, rendering them unable to attack the ground-bound Demonic Beasts any further.
With the aerial threat neutralized, the ground-bound Demonic Beasts once again surged forward in their crowded masses.
Ahead of them stood a row of third-tier warriors, clad in heavy armor and wielding large blades, effortlessly cutting down the low-tier Demonic Beasts as if they were mere weeds.
Any Demonic Beast that came close was either cleaved in two or bisected, none left intact.
A few lucky Demonic Beasts managed to slip through the gaps between the first row of Cultivators.
Behind the front row of third-tier warriors, stood a denser formation of second-tier warriors, each wielding a Long Spear, ready to stab any Demonic Beast that slipped past the first line.
As the leading Demonic Beasts were slaughtered in waves, those behind them seemed to replenish endlessly, quickly filling the frontline with corpses.
The bodies piled up into small mountains, hindering the combatants on both sides. At this point, the foremost third-tier warriors climbed atop the corpses and continued wielding their large blades.
To these low-tier Demonic Beasts, the figures blocking their path were like demonic gods, leaving them no chance of victory.
Though these low-tier Demonic Beasts had low intelligence, they still feared death.
However, under the pressure of the Demonic Beasts behind them, they had no chance to resist, only able to watch helplessly as they were delivered into the blades of their adversaries, then cut down with a single stroke.
Countless Demonic Beasts surged forward like a rolling tide, crashing against the frontline and turning into a deluge of blood. The Demon Clan possessed a vast number of cannon fodder; facing an endless horde of Demonic Beasts, even the highest-tier Cultivators would be worn down to exhaustion.
The battle raged on, relentless. A day later, the Human Clan Cultivators, exhausted from endless slaughter against the unending horde of Demonic Beasts, finally wearied.
Even slaughtering a group of unresisting pigs continuously for a day and night would leave one utterly fatigued.
By now, beneath the feet of the third-tier warriors lay a mound of corpses several yards high. With each strike, their momentum was no longer as unstoppable as before.
Occasionally, they would be ambushed by low-tier Demonic Beasts, attacking them from close quarters.
Several third-tier warriors were engulfed by countless swarming low-tier Demonic Beasts, saved only by the intervention of Nascent Soul Cultivators patrolling the battlefield.
Yet the Demonic Beasts seemed to continue pouring forth endlessly, like an unyielding tide.
The aerial battle was gradually being overwhelmed by the Demon Clan as well. The flight of the Flying Boats, the activation of protective barriers, and the use of spirit cannons—all required the consumption of Spirit Stones.
Despite their ample preparations with Spirit Stones, after a day and night of intense consumption, there were few remaining in the Flying Boats, and the spirit cannons had long ceased their bombardment.
The remaining Spirit Stones were solely used to sustain the operation of the Flying Boats.
As for the Cultivators aboard the Flying Boats, their Spiritual Energy had been depleted through successive attacks, and the Intermediate-grade Spirit Stones and Spirit Wine onboard, used for replenishing Spiritual Energy, had also been depleted.
In this battle, the Human Clan had gathered all its elite forces, yet ultimately, they were unable to match the overwhelming numbers of the Demon Clan.
"Senior Zhang, if we continue like this, we may suffer great losses," said a Nascent Soul Cultivator from the Southern Region anxiously. The Cultivators on the battlefield were their entire force.
"Yes! Senior Zhang, please think of a solution quickly!"
"Otherwise, shall we retreat for now and return to fight once we've regained our strength?"
"But if we retreat now while both sides are engaged, we might be ambushed by the Demon Clan from behind, resulting in significant losses."
"Yes, even if we retreat now, we must sacrifice a team to cover our withdrawal."
The Nascent Soul Cultivators were all anxious, unable to devise an effective countermeasure.
After a moment of contemplation, Zhang Chunfeng spoke slowly, "Please wait a moment, I will consult His Majesty!"
In this battle, Wang Hong had delegated full authority to the subordinates, but the decisions made now were of utmost importance.
Zhang Chunfeng still intended to seek Wang Hong's approval to ensure confidence in his decisions.
Zhang Chunfeng flew toward a Large-sized Flying Boat in the rear, where Wang Hong was observing the changing tide of battle.
"Your Majesty! The army intends to temporarily retreat. I've come to seek your approval."
Wang Hong was seated behind a desk, brewing a pot of Spirit Tea.
"Sit down, have a cup of tea, and calm down. I've seen it; the battle can still hold out for at least another hour without defeat."
Although Zhang Chunfeng was also anxious, he sat down beside the desk as instructed, took a cup of tea, and drained it in one gulp.
The sip of tea quenched his dry throat, bringing a refreshing coolness. Simultaneously, this cool sensation spread throughout his body, dispelling his fatigue, and calming his mind, bringing tranquility.
Seeing him relax, Wang Hong asked, "Do you know the reason for this failure?"
Upon hearing Wang Hong's question, Zhang Chunfeng fell into thought. He knew Wang Hong wasn't seeking to assign blame but rather wanted him to learn from the experience of failure.
After some consideration, he replied, "The biggest mistake I made in commanding this battle was failing to leverage our strengths and instead focusing on our weaknesses in the face of the enemy's strengths."
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