Amidst the pervasive smoke of gunpowder, the continuous thunder of artillery fire echoed relentlessly.
Underfoot, the once towering metallic shine of the high wall was now riddled with wounds, with some sections completely vanished.
The thorns of iron spikes on the high wall were draped with the corpses of Demon Beasts, some still alive, writhing in agony.
A tide of Demon Beasts poured through gaping holes into the city, some even climbing and leaping over the high wall on the backs of their own kind.
Exotic birds of varying colors, covered in either feathers or scales, flapped their wings and circled the sky, occasionally diving swiftly into the city.
In the distance, more flying Demon Beasts continuously approached, so numerous they shrouded a third of Zhouyun City.
These exotic birds were not controlled by the Dream Celestial King; they were drawn here by the cannon fire or, more precisely, by the scent of blood.
