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Three days later, the city's grand array was on the brink of collapse.
Having held on till now, the energy reserves within the city, the accumulated Spirit Stones, and various other materials had all been largely consumed in the battle. Many array nodes suffered severe damage, with numerous areas pockmarked, encountering irreparable losses.
Up until now, the Feather Demon Race was fatigued, with a sense of despair ghosting over their weariness.
Great Emperor Du Ling stood atop the city wall, overlooking everything with lofty pride, watching the battles on both sides, observing their depletions, devoid of any expression, only calculating with his fingers, assessing the power balance between both sides.
At this moment, a thunderous rumbling sounded.
Alongside the deafening noise, a luxurious chariot appeared in the void, forged from Immortal Gold, its overall appearance grand and domineering, adorned with exquisite carvings, and enveloped with golden silk around its perimeter; nine Black Dragons bore majestic and imposing forms, but now they were exceedingly docile, laying down to draw the chariot.
The chariot raced through the void, producing a humming sound.
A towering man stood on the chariot, his stature of one meter eighty-five, his build robust and burly, with a large bone frame, a big head, thick arms, large hands and feet, clad in golden battle armor, emanating a majestic and domineering aura, holding a long spear.
The spear was exceptionally long, with a length of 3.3 meters.
The spear's shaft was wrapped with golden threads at the front, black threads in the middle, and green threads at the spearhead, its overall presence mighty and imposing.
The spear tip was about three feet long, appearing extremely sharp, seemingly capable of piercing everything.
The newer was somewhat familiar—undying youth Po Xun.
The Undying Demon Monarch was renowned, the Dominator of the Feiyu World, his fame causing worldwide shock, regardless of being good or bad.
In parison, Po Xun, being the offspring of the Undying Demon Monarch, appeared quite dim under his father's aura.
However, Great Emperor Du Ling showed not the slightest contempt, for a lesser reputation did not equate to lesser strength; to the contrary, it was quite formidable.
Po Xun spoke, "Du Ling, why betray my father? One man beneath a million, isn't such a position good? Why betray my father?"
Great Emperor Du Ling sneered, "Betrayal, that doesn't even count. Back then, I was forcibly imprinted with a Slave Seal, my loyalty to the Undying Demon Monarch was scant; even now, my loyalty remains minimal!"
Po Xun sighed and said, "Do you realize what this means? Not only will you be executed, but the Feather Demon Race will also be pletely obliterated. Throughout history, powerful races perished for not submitting to my father!"
Great Emperor Du Ling sneered, "If the Undying Demon Monarch still ruled, I'd naturally be filled with fear, but now the Undying Demon Monarch is sealed by the Purple Mansion World, entrenched in difficulty. What do I have to fear, other than a deadly struggle? If the heart harbors too much fear, how could one have reached this point!"
Po Xun sneered, "Do you mean to persist in your stubbornness?"
Great Emperor Du Ling said, "Hahaha, the Feather Demon Race is not weak; today we bloodily battle the world, let's see how much bat power your Undead Race has? Po Xun, you'd better watch out, lest you get killed by this emperor!"
Po Xun sneered, "Since you're unrepentant, today will be your end. Order given, annihilate the Feather Demon Race, leave no mercy in destroying them pletely!"
"Yes!"
The numerous cultivators responded in unison.
At Po Xun's mand, twelve Tribulation Crossing Cultivators appeared, each wielding a hammer.
Buzzing!
The twelve Tribulation Crossing Cultivators exchanged glances, channeling vast Magical Power into the hammers, with golden and red patterns on them activating, the runes within activated to the limit, incessantly enlarging the hammers to a mountain-like enormity.
The immense hammer-heads violently swung, emitting a buzzing sound, and directly crashed towards the city.
Abandoning all other means, what remained was sheer violent impact, mere destructive collision.
Crack!
The hammers struck, producing a crisp sound, the energy shield over the city trembled violently, cracking, and broke apart like a turtle shell after barely holding for three breaths, with the City Defense Array collapsing after holding for three days.
Charge!
With a mand, countless cultivators roared in fury, initiating their assault on the Feather Demon Race.
"Fight to the death, everyone! Kill one worth your life, kill two for a profit, there's no retreat!" Great Emperor Du Ling declared, his voice spreading throughout the city, mingling with sorrow and helplessness, yet holding a resolve for a bloody battle.
Feather Demon Race cultivators exchanged looks, determination etched on their faces, the intent to die gleaming in their eyes.
On the path of Cultivating Immortality, there were few retreats or choices, only a fight to the death, over and over again.
As for surrendering, spare us the thought.
Surrender wasn't easy either; it meant learning to endure burdens, learning to humiliate oneself, learning to kneel and lick people's boots, letting your pride drop to the ground to be trampled. To surrender meant ceasing to be human from today, being a dog instead. Many cultivators lacked the courage to surrender, unwilling to forsake their dignity.
Often, death wasn't that significant; a fate worse than death was the true tragedy.
Kill!
The Feather Demon Race cultivators shouted high, charging towards the enemy.
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