"The Earthshade Monastic Soldiers can't hold them off. We can't just stay here and die. Run quickly!"
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The sound of defeat echoed in his ear from below, causing Wu Yuan's face to flush red. He regretted bringing the city's Martial Artists over to help defend, almost making his intestines turn green with remorse.
The Red Flame Army are the elite of the Holy Land. He anticipated that thirty thousand Earthshade Monastic Soldiers couldn't hold them off, so he gathered sect members from the city, along with some wandering Martial Artists or those from other factions, to defend together. At least they managed to gather over a hundred thousand people, instantly surpassing the attacking Red Flame Army in numbers. He had been quite proud earlier.
But now that the battle began, having more troops turned into a disadvantage.
