The sight of the enemy lineup filled the soldiers with despair.

Nearly fifty to sixty thousand Heavenly Yakshas, ​​and over a thousand Sky Yakshas!

A single Sky Yaksha would be enough to cause them devastating damage, but now there are thousands of them.

Is there any chance of winning this battle?

It seems that no matter how they think about it, they are destined to lose... no, not just a normal situation of certain defeat, but certain death!

It's a certain death!

"We...we're finished, really finished!"

The warriors on the city wall had blank stares, almost losing all their courage. They didn't care about the yakshas gnawing at the barrier and climbing the wall. They just slumped to the ground, weapons hanging limply, ready to die.

They saw no hope in this battle.

"What are you doing? Stand up!"

At this moment, Ji Fanya's voice came from afar, his angry voice clearly reaching the soldiers' ears: "As long as we are alive, there is still hope. Even if we die, we will protect you."

"Protect?"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers looked up, their eyes empty and lifeless. "How can we protect them?"

"Listen, this is the realm of the Demon God, which is why the Yaksha's strength has been enhanced, but this cannot continue indefinitely."

At this moment, Fan Qiyue spoke up, her expression more serious than ever before, "Therefore, as long as we defeat the Demon God, those Yakshas will lose their source of energy, and we will still have hope of winning!"

"Do we still have any hope of winning?"

Hearing this explanation, a glimmer of hope returned to the soldiers' eyes, but they remained skeptical. "So many people... it won't be long before we're killed, and then...and then..."

They looked up at the barrier above them, which was gradually cracking, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Soon, they will become food for the Yakshas, ​​following the barrier.

"Listen to me, everyone."

Fan Qiyue could understand what everyone was thinking. Although she was anxious, she could only force herself to remain calm. "Things have come to this point. Giving up means death, and fighting also means death. Since that's the case, why not fight to the very end?"

Fan Qiyue also knew that it would be futile to say anything now, as even he himself lacked confidence, let alone the soldiers.

Although their cultivation was not weak, they were just ordinary cultivators of the profound realm, not cultivators of both divine and martial arts. At the same level, they did not have an advantage when facing the Yaksha, and were even much weaker.

The strength of the Sky Soaring Yaksha is equivalent to that of a human Saint Emperor. Even if they are only at the initial Saint Emperor level, the appearance of thousands of them together is indeed a despairing sight.

Even now, there are only a little over a hundred Saint Emperor Realm experts in the entire border region combined.

Of course, there are more Saint Emperor level experts among the ancestors of mankind than just these, but most people cherish their reputation and not everyone has the spirit of dedication.

Hundreds versus thousands, one or two times is fine, but now it's directly increased tenfold. Moreover, humans of the same level are much weaker than Yakshas, ​​not to mention there are ten terrifying beings comparable to demigods.

In comparison, it's clear that humanity has absolutely no chance of winning.

"Hey, are you guys even men anymore?"

Seeing that the soldiers were still hesitating, Chunhu Siqiong, with her fiery temper, couldn't hold back any longer. She pointed at the crowd and angrily rebuked them, "A real man only dies standing, not lives kneeling. Things haven't even reached the final step yet, how can you give up so easily!"