639 Bewitched 1

The entire surface was littered with corpses and bloodstains. The high-level demons massacred every human that appeared before them and the low-level demons also re-entered the battlefield. Their agile figures darted nimbly around the battlefield, biting and tearing at every citizen that tried to resist.

Young children stared with terrified eyes and clumsily used their tender young teeth to tightly bite the claws. They did not know what was going on, they only knew that they needed to fight, using any method possible to attack the demons before them.

A vicious low-level demon leapt near a child and bit his calf. It shook its head as it wildly ripped the child. Large patches of blood flowed from the child’s skinny leg onto the floor. The immense pain made tears roll from his eyes, but he was unwilling to loosen his bite.

The demons had killed his parents. He must avenge them. He would not relax his bite…

“Beast! Die!” A white-haired old man used a stone next to him to smash the demon’s head.

As brain juice splattered everywhere, the old man quickly dragged the shuddering child aside.

A shadow loomed over their heads.

A high-level demon stamped its foot. Fresh blood exploded from beneath its foot. The remains of the child’s calf, which had been mangled by the demon’s bite, still remained by its foot.

Bloody scenes like that were happening in every corner of Ping City. The Wolf Smoke Regiment fought to the death to resist the Demon Clan’s attack. The wounded citizens were dragged to nearby houses. The scent of blood filled their nostrils. Even more people climbed up nearby roofs and leapt from a height. Using the force of their descent, they thrust the farming implements in their hands into the demons’ bodies.

Ten lives were insufficient in exchange for a high-level demon.

A hundred lives were insufficient in exchange for a low-level demon.

But…

When the number reached several thousand, even the high-level demons which had tough hides and flesh, were covered with wounds.

The demons had never imagined that the citizens who quivered at the sight of them would now fight them to the bitter end.

The battlefield was chaotic and death occurred everywhere. This place had turned into hell.

Ji Fengyan panted heavily. The evil-crushing sword in her hand was trembling. She had taken some soybeans from a nearby farmhouse and turned them into humanoid vines which entered the battle. However, there were just too many high-level demons…

Really, there were just too many…

Although the demon clan’s numbers were not as great as that in the capital institute, the number of high-level demons far exceeded that of the first battle.

The combat strength of a high-level demon was comparable to that of a few hundred low-level demons. Given the conditions of this battle, even an experienced general would have no chance.

Ji Fengyan gritted her teeth. Her sword flew and cut off a demon’s head. She extended her hand and pulled up a child that has been knocked to the ground by the demon.

Her gaze swept across the battlefield.

The Wolf Smoke Regiment had suffered heavy losses. The number of soldiers who could continue fighting could be counted on one hand. Right now, only their will was holding them upright and in place.

[How pitiful…]

A laughing voice suddenly sounded in the recesses of Ji Fengyan’s soul.

Ji Fengyan was slightly taken aback.

[I can lend you my strength. Do you need it?]

It was the figure of the demon god.

[I can help you to save these pitiful lives and massacre these vicious demons.]

A bewitching voice rang in Ji Fengyan’s heart.