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One by one, they jumped to the top of the city wall and stood firmly on their feet. If the crossbow had not pierced their necks, they would have been nailed to their chests.
Due to their severe injuries coupled with the effectiveness of the Black Silver Poison, their fighting prowess was significantly reduced. The defenders and cultivators in front of them would take advantage of the moment when their bodies were unstable and their movements were stiff. They would unhesitatingly use the long sabers in their hands to reap their lives.
This kind of coordinated battle caused heavy casualties among the wolf-men with a very significant effect.
In the end, although the battle was still incredibly fierce, because Cheng Qing had killed the enemy too quickly, the wolfwalker was unable to replenish its strength in time. There were already cultivators and soldiers on the city walls who could take their time to catch their breath.
No matter if it was bandaging his wounds, taking medicinal pills, or taking his injured comrades down from the city walls to rest, there was plenty of time!
"Fifth from the left, the first level of the Fiery Gilt Steel Ores!" The wolf girl's voice suddenly became louder.
Cheng Qing turned his head to the left and casually threw the thousand catties to Li. His left hand reached into his Heaven and Earth Pouch and grabbed a thick, dark blue longbow covered in runes. It was neither beautiful nor beautiful.
Origin Energy Bow: Sagittarius!
He took a deep breath and pulled on the bowstring with the fingers of his right hand. As the elemental energy lit up the runes on the bow, the bowstring was pulled to a position that was like a full moon. A fire thread-like arrow made of eerie blue elemental energy appeared on the bowstring.
Cheng Qing's eyebrows were like swords.
Bam! This time, the vibration of the bowstring was louder.
In Cheng Qing's line of sight, the movements of the wolfwalker, who displayed his divine might not far away, were as clear as if they were in front of his eyes. The trembling of his clothes and the creases on his robes were very eye-catching, not to mention the warriors and cultivators that flew around him.
In the end, Cheng Qing saw the wolfwalker open its eyes wide and look towards him, the flesh on its face twisted and distorted, and it hurriedly moved horizontally to dodge the arrow. Just as it revealed the mark, the faint blue light pierced into his chest!
Like a fallen leaf that had been struck by a stone, the body of the wolfwalker was sent flying backwards from the top of the city wall. It flew past the female wall and fell outside the city while screaming in pain.
As soon as the wolfman was sent flying, Cheng Qing withdrew his gaze. He didn't even take a glance and wasted a bit of time. He quickly locked onto his next target. His eyes remained calm and his face was expressionless. It was just like his current state of mind.
Every single one of them could possibly be at the peak of the first level of the Desire Prison Realm, or even at the peak of the small realm. However, in this chaotic battlefield, they had to focus their attention on the opponent before them. As long as Cheng Qing shot them with an arrow, most of them would only be able to move their heads.
Even if the Eagles could not kill them, they would still be injured, and the Black Silver Poison would make them complain incessantly. In addition to the army of city guards and cultivators, there was almost no chance for them to survive.
"First from the right, seventh level of the Xumi Stage."
The wolf-robed girl began to report to him again.
Cheng Qing pulled the eagle away again.
Li Jun, who temporarily had nothing to do, held the heavy sword in her hands as she looked at Cheng Qing with sparkling eyes. His gaze didn't shift away for a moment. It was as if he was admiring the most beautiful painting and scenery in the world.
When Cheng Qing had exchanged over 20 moves between the thousand jin and the eagles, there was already an unknown number of wolf tribesmen at the Xumi Stage who had died on the city wall in front of him.
Not too long after, the sound of a golden gong rang out in the western district. The Uighur army that was attacking the city let out a wave of shouts before retreating like the tide into the dilapidated streets of the western district.
Cheng Qing let out a long breath and put down the condor.
When the wolves that were at the vanguard suffered too many casualties, it was impossible for the ordinary soldiers to attack the city walls. The Uighurs had only attacked the main district for slightly more than two hours, not to mention suddenly entering the main district, they had not even taken over a large section of the city walls before they were defeated.