Chapter 0698: Assault on the City
There are no useless exotic treasures—only methods yet to be discovered. Once the right method is found, even something seemingly insignificant can become a peerless treasure. The three treasures dismissed as worthless by the Behemoth King were, in Yi Tianxing's eyes, priceless gems.
This was the difference that discernment and information could make.
He quickly stowed away the three exotic treasures.
"Since the Behemoth King has offered three treasures, then I, Yi Tianxing, shall uphold my end of the agreement—I will not lay a hand on the young prince. But he remains nailed to the wall of Xuanhuang City. This Shadow Spike is also a treasure born of heaven and earth. Once driven in, it takes root like a tree. Pulling it out… well, we'll see if the Behemoth King is capable. He may try now if he wishes."
Yi Tianxing spoke calmly.
Spare the young Behemoth's life? That was no issue.
A deal had been struck—treasures in exchange for life. Since the Behemoth King offered them, Yi Tianxing would not go back on his word. That was the dignity and honor of a ruler, of a strong man. A man who could not keep his promises would never win loyalty.
He would never publicly break a vow.
"This useless fool let himself get captured and nailed to a city wall. Fine—let him stay there and watch. Let him watch this war unfold. This war that started because of him. Let the blood spilled on this battlefield be the price of his disgrace. The weak… always make others bleed in their place. The weak… always wait to be rescued. Wuming, remember this day, remember this war. This is the most shameful moment of your life. If you do not understand this, then you deserve to die. If you do… then even if this battlefield becomes a sea of blood, even if our beastmen army is cut in half—it will be worth the price."
The Golden Behemoth King spoke coldly.
His expression toward the young Golden Behemoth was one of bitter disappointment, of hatred born from love.
This incident was a deep disgrace—but also a lesson. The Behemoth King wanted the young Behemoth to learn from this. That only the strong can stand tall, control fate, and decide the life and death of others—rather than be at the mercy of others.
"Father, rest assured. I, Wuming, will keep my eyes wide open and watch this war. This is my shame. Today, I'll start with Xuanhuang City. One day, I'll cut down the shadowy manipulator behind this. I'll have my revenge—slice by slice!"
Wuming opened his eyes wide and shouted.
A harsh, ruthless light burned in his gaze.
He was a Golden Behemoth, the son of the Behemoth King. He could die—but never as a coward. Since this war began because of him, he would witness every drop of blood spilled on the battlefield.
That was his pride as a Golden Behemoth.
"Good! That's the son of Meng Wudi!"
The Behemoth King roared with pride. "Wuming, open your eyes and watch closely. If we bleed… I'll make the enemy drown in rivers of blood!"
As his voice fell, Behemoth warriors stepped forward carrying a massive throne made of solid gold.
It was dozens of meters tall—the Golden War Throne.
With one stride, the Behemoth King's body expanded to monstrous size, dozens of meters high, and he sat upon the throne.
A crushing kingly aura spread instantly across the battlefield.
Countless beastmen soldiers looked upon him with reverence and fanaticism. The Behemoth Clan were the undefeated titans of the battlefield.
"Unrivaled! Unrivaled!!"
"Unrivaled! Unrivaled!!"
Roars erupted across the army, shaking the skies.
"All troops, heed my command. Sound the war drums—attack the city!!"
The Behemoth King sat upon his throne as if he were the heart of the battlefield. His order was like a royal edict from heaven—unquestionable and absolute.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Thunderous drumbeats echoed.
A massive drum platform had been set up, where powerful Behemoth warriors wielded gigantic mallets, striking an ancient war drum. With each strike, divine light flared from the drum, and the roars of myriad beasts echoed from within. One could see ghostly forms of ferocious beasts and divine beasts howling alongside the sound.
A thick blood-red light spread outward with the drumbeat.
All beastmen soldiers and war beasts bathed in the blood light had their auras surge explosively. Their bodies trembled with power, their combat strength soaring in an instant.
This was the power of the Ten Thousand Beast Blood Spirit Drum (万兽血灵鼓)—an exotic treasure. When struck, it released the Ten Thousand Beast Battle Hymn, casting the Blood Spirit Curse upon all friendly units, instantly boiling their blood and spirit as if receiving the blessings of all beasts.
Not only did their physical bodies strengthen, but their overall combat power increased by at least ten percent.
And yet it did not cloud their minds or disrupt their discipline.
On a battlefield, a ten percent increase across the entire army was a cataclysmic force multiplier.
This was a supreme war treasure.
All across the battlefield, beastmen and war beasts alike were shrouded in blood-red light. Their blood surged. In the eyes of the beasts, that light burned, and they scraped the earth with claws, leaving behind deep, savage gashes.
"Attack the city!!"
"Kill!!"
Battle cries rang out like thunder.
Awooooo!
Countless savage wolves howled skyward. Savage rats went berserk.
Wolves charged forward like a storm. Even the smallest were the size of calves, sprinting at such speed that they became nothing but red blurs in the battlefield.
Swarms of savage rats followed, dense as waves, charging relentlessly.
The air on the battlefield instantly reached a terrifying intensity.
Brutal. Bloody. Savage.
Little Wuming kept his eyes wide open. He stared at the battlefield, burning the sight into his memory, etching it into his very soul. He would never forget it.
"Archers! Fire at will!!"
"Divine Engine Battalion—use the Divine Machine Crossbows! Fire freely! Don't hold back on ammunition—we have plenty!"
Orders rang out rapidly.
Atop the Iron-Blood Great Wall, countless soldiers drew bows and loaded crossbows.
Even those who normally didn't use bows picked up ranged weapons now. With their cultivation and the tightly packed enemy hordes, accuracy was no concern—even a blind man could hit something.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A storm of arrows and bolts flew.
The Divine Machine Crossbows loosed volleys of ten bolts each in the blink of an eye.
In mere seconds, millions of rune-engraved arrows and bolts were unleashed.
They rained down like black clouds.
Flames. Frost. Wind. Gold energy. All kinds of forces tore through the air.
Each arrow carried powerful destructive rune energy.
But under the influence of the Beast Blood Spirit Drum, the wolves and rats showed no fear—only increased frenzy. And they weren't just taking the hits, either.
They unleashed their bloodline divine abilities in return.
Some wolves spat fireballs the size of basins.
Others shot out ice blades, freezing the air.
Some were cloaked in tempest winds, slicing with razor wind blades that let them dodge arrows.
Savage rats' eyes gleamed with divine light, shooting beams into the air to intercept bolts.
Some rats had spines that suddenly shot outward like needles, disrupting the volleys.
This was no mundane battlefield—it was a battle of cultivators.
Magic. Divine abilities. Magical weapons.
Many arrows and bolts were shattered mid-air.
The dazzling display of spells lit up the sky.
Yet… the sheer volume and piercing power of the arrow storm meant many still hit their mark.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Arrows pierced flesh. Screams rang out.
Some enemies were pierced clean through. Some ignited in flames. Some froze solid. Some were sliced apart by golden energy. Others were torn to shreds from within.
Some were killed by poisoned arrows.
By now, Xuanhuang City's rune arrow technology had advanced. There were more varieties:
Frost Arrows
Flame Arrows
Wind Arrows
Armor-Piercing Arrows
Poison Spirit Arrows
Thunder Arrows
Slowing Arrows
These were developed by Master Lu, increasing battlefield lethality significantly.
The battlefield was drenched in blood. Corpses littered the ground. The cries of dying beasts echoed.
In an instant, hundreds of thousands of savage wolves and rats had perished.
But the surviving beasts didn't stop. Eyes glowing red, they charged even faster.
Their speed was terrifying. They closed the distance to the Iron-Blood Great Wall rapidly.
One could now clearly see their gleaming fangs and razor-sharp claws.
"Fire!!"
"Keep firing!!"
"Don't stop—kill them all! Exterminate every last one of these damned beasts!!"
The shouting from the wall was deafening.
More arrow storms followed.
No gaps. No mercy.
This was the triple-phased volley tactic. Soldiers were split into three groups. While one fired, the next reloaded, and the third took position.
Volley after volley without pause.
On a battlefield, this was a life-devouring war machine. A true terror weapon.
The beasts used all their might to counter the arrow rain. Some attacks were blocked—but not all.
Every step they took, more died.
The wolves and rats advanced over rivers of corpses, leaving behind a blood-soaked trail of carnage.