Upon discovering that he could indeed contribute to the defense of the stronghold, Wang Yao was immediately excited. He urged his "Immortal's Sorrow" to take a wide detour, avoiding the battlefield between the demon army's rear guard and the god's pursuers, and quietly approached the walls of Gale Fortress from the eastern corner.
At this moment, the number of inferior demons had reached a terrifying level. Braving the torrential rain of arrows from the city walls, they piled up a layer several feet thick at the foot of the Gale Keep walls, and the height was rapidly increasing. Several axes had already been completely covered by the inferior demons.
Smoke billowed around the walls of Gale Keep, flames flickered intermittently in the piles of lesser demons, and all sorts of equipment on the walls, except for rockets, were in operation. Yet, they still could not stop the tide of lesser demons from rising higher and higher, climbing toward the walls at a visible speed.
Before long, the lowest layer of shields on the walls of Gale Keep was completely obscured by the lesser demons, and their golden light could no longer be seen. Meanwhile, the golden light of the upper layers of shields was fluctuating, and the lesser demons were rapidly climbing onto their surfaces.
As soon as Wang Yao entered the area covered by the demon army, he immediately put away "Immortal's Sorrow". The sky suddenly darkened. The demons above were not stationary, but kept changing positions, as if dark clouds were constantly rolling, brewing a storm.
Wang Yao immediately discovered that the storm was in the very center of the demon army. The storm was raging in the very center of the area shrouded in dark clouds, and countless inferior demons were falling from the clouds like endless, dense raindrops. They gathered on the ground and formed a turbulent river, surging towards Gale Fortress.
The front and rear battlefields must have taken up a lot of the demon generals' energy, so they didn't notice Wang Yao. Perhaps to them, a lone little immortal who hadn't even reached the Golden Core stage was not worth paying attention to. In any case, Wang Yao easily closed the distance with the tide of inferior demons.
As the chanting began, Wang Yao activated his senses to the maximum. The demon generals above his head continued to come and go, none of them glancing at him. Meanwhile, all the inferior demons were frantically rushing towards the city wall, and none of them noticed Wang Yao's presence.
A spark finally flew from Wang Yao's fingertip. He staggered and felt a huge emptiness. In order to make the "fire control" as powerful as possible, he put almost all of his spiritual power into it.
With a "crack," a lesser demon exploded, and immediately flames erupted on the black carpet. The fire quickly spread, sweeping in all directions like wildfire, turning the tide of lesser demons in front of Gale Keep into a sea of flames.
The waves rolled and sparks flew, igniting the black carpet piece by piece. The flames surged from Gale Keep toward the source of the demons with lightning speed, right where the black rain was pouring down in the center of the demon army. It looked as if the flames were about to leap up into the dark clouds along the black rain.
Before Wang Yao could even catch his breath, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He sensed a pair of dark eyes staring down at him, their gaze filled with a chilling intensity that seemed to freeze his very soul. He couldn't help but shiver several times, wanting to dodge but unable to even take a step.
Was his spiritual energy depleted too much? Or... was he being locked onto by the other party? It was a high-level suppression that made Wang Yao's mind go sluggish for a moment. Everything around him seemed to move rapidly away and slow down. All that remained in his eyes were those eyes that chilled him to the bone.
“Gah…!” A sharp, piercing sound echoed through the sky. Wang Yao found that everything in front of him suddenly accelerated as if wound up. The sky tore open a long crack in an extremely unnatural way, and sunlight poured down.
Along with the falling sunlight, the corpses of demon generals fell one after another with a "crackling" sound. A giant-like figure suddenly appeared in front of Wang Yao as if by teleportation, holding a long spear that pointed diagonally upwards at the dark, cloud-covered sky.
Then Wang Yao found himself being pulled up and suddenly flying, but he didn't fly very far. Instead, he was rapidly cut through the dark clouds in the sky. He felt the demon generals on both sides of his body falling down like peeling paint.
Then the clouds dispersed, the sun shone brightly, and Wang Yao landed steadily on the ground covered with a thick layer of demonic ash. In front of him was the burned-out drawbridge and the massive, overwhelming demonic army, while behind him stood the tightly closed gates of Gale Keep.
This so-called flight was just a slight adjustment of his position, moving Wang Yao behind the moat and directly in front of the gate of Gale Keep.
Although a few sparks still burned on the ground, the flames where Wang Yao had landed had long since died down because the lesser demons had been burned away, leaving only a scorching heat. The giant stood beside Wang Yao, his spear no longer pointed diagonally but now rested upright on one hand.
"Kou Cheng, bring Wang Xian into the fortress!" the giant shouted in a deep voice, which was none other than Gao Chong's voice.
"Yes!" came a reply from the city tower. A moment later, the gate of Gale Castle creaked open a crack. The demon army opposite was in an uproar upon seeing this, and the dark clouds in the sky suddenly pressed down on Gale Castle.
"Hey!" The giant shouted, extending his spear and slashing through the air. A thin golden line appeared above the moat of Gale Keep, following the direction of the spear. This thin golden line was inconspicuous at first glance, but the dark clouds immediately retreated as if they had seen their natural enemy.
However, some demon generals who couldn't stop themselves had already run into the golden thread, and their bodies were cut in two along the golden thread as if they had been sliced by an extremely sharp blade.
The wounded abandoned their severed limbs and fled back with screams of agony, while the dead had their two severed limbs fall into the moat with a "thud".
The golden thread floated slightly in the air as if it were weightless, stretching across the front of the demon army and guarding the entire front of Gale Fortress. It shimmered faintly in the sunlight, yet it silenced the demon generals, who dared not cross the line.
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