Chapter 1051: Final attack


    Nan Jin and Rongzhi were fully equipped and riding on their mounts.


    Beside them was the Saintess holding the Glory Staff.


    Just now, the Saintess led some Saint Hall female priests to heal the injured warriors. But this wasn’t much compared to the overall number of casualties.


    When attacking, injured warriors could rarely return. Most of them could only lie on the battlefield and wait for death.


    They were probably the ones who hoped for victory. Only if they won could they have a chance to survive. If they failed, the enemies would finish them.


    As for prisoners...


    This phrase didn’t exist in the Blue Secret Realm, at least not for ordinary warriors. Since they wouldn’t become prisoners, there was no healing. Medicine was probably more precious than human life here.


    “Gelan is dead.”


    Nanjin’s voice was very low. The battle was more intense than he imagined.


    He was one of the people who decided to send experts into the Imperial City to kill or hold back the Alliance army higher-ups so that their elite squad could take down the walls.


    Like the others, he was very confident in this plan because Saint Light Hall had more experts than the Posthumous people, and because the Posthumous people had an internal conflict, the number of kings dropped by close to half. Even with these outsiders, it couldn’t stop Saint Light Hall from having this advantage.


    But who knew that two level-eight auras would disappear in a short time, and so too were many level seven?


    Did Posthumous people have some hidden powers?


    Gelan’s death was the one that shocked him.


    This person competed with him to become the Light Cavalier Squad leader. If not for his battle techniques being more suitable for cavalier fights, maybe Nanjin’s position would be his.


    Nanjin knew how strong his opponent was. Not only did his hands have saint eyes, but he also had ten level-six demon monsters as helpers. In terms of one-versus-one ability, maybe Nanjin wouldn’t be Gelan’s match.


    But this person died just like that.


    They didn’t know who could kill Gelan in such a short time apart from Ling Kun and the protector.


    Ye Zhongming wiped the blood off his face and pulled a dagger out of his stomach. His strong body quality caused the muscles around the wound to tighten, and within a few seconds, the blood flow slowed.


    Ye Zhongming looked at the hole and small crack on the star equipment and heaved a sigh of relief.


    The elite squad corpses were around him.


    He coughed twice to relax his injured body and then looked outside.


    Ye Zhongming faced this squad alone. Although he won, the enemy attacked crazily, and he paid some price.


    His body was slightly injured. The two elves finished their energy, so if they weren’t replenished, they wouldn’t be able to support him anymore. His armor was also badly damaged and needed to be repaired...


    The only better aspect was that he still had a lot of mental energy.


    But Ye Zhongming knew that this wasn’t the time to rest. Although the battle was solved, the saint light canisters, along with the other squads, were pushing forward slowly on the other side of the wall. They were about to occupy 200 meters of the wall. More warriors from the ice crystal path charged onto the wall.


    At this time, Ye Zhongming had to respect Saint Light Hall. While their numbers could cause pressure on different parts of the walls, they could also continue their strike on this location.


    They had many high-quality warriors, which Cloud Peak or Posthumous people could not compare to.


    Of course, even if Saint Light Hall won after this battle, they would be damaged. They would take 20 years to recover.


    It was the same the opposite way. If the Posthumous people won, their youth and strength would also greatly decrease.


    Some weird horn sounds spread from outside, which caused the Saint Light Hall warriors to pause. They then gave a giant roar, and the entire mountain range shook.


    “Light Horn!”


    An older Posthumous people warrior heard the sound and muttered.


    Ye Zhongming turned, “What is that?”


    The warrior was numb as he looked at Ye Zhongming, “The moment the Light Horn is blown, the god’s punishment will descend.”


    “They are launching their final attack.”