The dawn of dawn has been shown in the east, and the fierce battle overnight has drained a considerable number of people's true qi and physical energy, and in the forest outside the Ming City, there are already a considerable number of people resting here at this moment to recover their strength to participate in the next round of attack.

While these people are resting, they are always on high alert, they don't have any alliances with each other, but there is a real competition.

Moreover, their competitive relationship can not be distinguished by victory or defeat, but can only be distinguished by life and death.

No one knows if they will be poisoned, so no one will choose to expose their true strength, and everyone has made enough reservations in words and deeds.

Even those who claim to have exhausted their true qi and physical strength, and who seem to be really exhausted, must still have the strength to fight a battle, and they have no reservations here, which is too stupid and completely sent to death.

Everyone is a smart person, and no one would make such a simple mistake.

Therefore, no one will turn their faces and deny people when the overall situation is undecided.

In Liming City, it is also a general scene at this moment.

With the support of the Guardian Array, despite the fierce fighting that lasted all night, there were no casualties in the end, and there were only the inhabitants of the Oni Country who were completely squeezed out after successive battles.

Unlike the monks who were resting outside the city, the inhabitants of the Ghost Kingdom had indeed squeezed out the last bit of true qi in their bodies, and finally made the Guardian Array persist until now.

This kind of battle gave them a lot of confidence, and the fear in their hearts gradually subsided, replaced by a strong self-confidence, a surging enthusiasm.

Even though they were all exhausted to the extreme, the inhabitants of the ghost country gathered in Liming City at this moment were all excitedly communicating, full of confidence in the future, and there was no slightest panic in the whole city, as if they were already fully sure that they could defend Liming City without being captured.

Away from Ming City, the open space in front of the city lord's mansion.

The dark golden array had completely shone with light, and there was not the slightest bit of gloom.

Gui Wanli stood in front of the clearing, watching the monks sit on the ground as if they had been drained of their strength, and they didn't even have the ability to support each other to stand up—even fifteen array mages died on the spot due to exhaustion.

The transparent air shield in the sky was on the verge of collapse.

At this time, it was only a little more than three hours had passed—and they had thought that this large array should be able to last for a full day and twelve hours.

Now the situation is too far from what was expected, a full nine hours apart, as if mocking the innocence of the people in the ghost country.

It was a little hard to imagine how many monks from the Six Realms came, and how high the cultivation would be to make such a huge gap between the expected and the actual - you know, when he estimated the twelve hours, he calculated that it was a full 500,000 eighth-order peak monks attacking continuously.

Are they all crazy people, and is it really worth it to work so hard for something they can't get anyway?

Lin Bo hurriedly walked from afar, saw the glowing dark golden array around Gui Wanli, let out a slight breath, and then asked, "How long will the confidence support after the big array is broken?"

"As soon as the Guardian Array is broken, the Eight Cities Leyline will immediately be directly connected here, but because of the bearing problem, I am only afraid of the most...... Two hours. Gui Wanli frowned and said, he originally wanted to say ten hours, but after thinking about it, with the current attack strength of the Six Realms Cultivators, he was already thankful that he could survive five hours.

Lin Bo nodded, and just wanted to enter the City Lord's Mansion, but Gui Wanli asked, "How is it, how many enemies died in one night?"

Lin Bo shook his head and said, "I don't know, I can be sure that there are about 10,000 people, but it won't exceed 20,000 at most, and ...... I suspect that none of the real masters are fully in the fray. ”

Gui Wanli looked up at the dense black dots and streamers in the sky, and frowned: "Grandma's, how many people are here, wave after wave, and there is no play." ”

"From the beginning of last night's offensive until now, a rough estimate is four million troops...... But looking at the current situation, I'm afraid that there are still many people who haven't come up. Lin Bo sighed, and then remembered that he still had something to do, "You are busy first, I have something to do to find the city lord." ”

"Go, go, go. Gui Wanli waved his hand, his face turned pale for a while, "More than four million people...... Good ......"

The emotion of returning to Wanli is reasonable, the eight cities of the ghost country, after so many years, the total population is only more than 80 million people, if you remove those who can't cultivate, and then remove those who haven't been able to grow up or have aged, the remaining people who can be called combat effectiveness are only more than one million two million people, and the vast majority of them have gathered in Liming City at this moment.

One or two million people will sound like a lot, and it is not much less than the four million-but more than half of them have not crossed the threshold of the fifth order to enter the sixth order, and the remaining monks who have broken through to the sixth order, for each higher order, the number of people is only a dozen of the previous one, and in the end, the ninth-order monks are only seven or eight hundred at most, the eighth-order will not exceed about 10,000 people, and the seventh-order is only more than 100,000 people.

However, the actual number would be less than the number so estimated—because all the eighth-order monks and ninth-order monks were registered, and they were clearly remembered by Wan Li, the ninth-order monks of the Ghost Country...... In fact, there were only more than 400 people, and there were only more than 7,000 eighth-order cultivators.

The monks of the Ghost Kingdom are not only inferior in numbers, but also far from these enemies in terms of quality, after all, those monks who are attacking the Ghost Kingdom are fanatics from the Six Realms - and this is the result of the great battle ten days ago that destroyed a large number of monks.

Guarding the city of Ming was actually destined to be an impossible task.

The fall of Mingcheng is actually only a matter of time.

"City Lord. Lin Bo walked to the atrium of the City Lord's Mansion and saw Yan Tianjun soaking slightly, "The mood in the city is ...... now Some are overly optimistic. ”

Yan Tianjun nodded silently, and only said after a while: "Spread the news and tell them that they are about to be unable to withstand Mingcheng." ”

"City Lord!" Lin Bo was suddenly startled, he told Yan Tianjun that the atmosphere in the city was too optimistic, and he just wanted Yan Tianjun to try to make the residents of the ghost country in the city realize that the situation was not so easy, so as not to suffer a sudden setback later, and make the entire city's sharp qi completely fall into panic and despair, and even collapse directly because he couldn't accept the gap.

But Lin Bo never thought that Yan Tianjun would be such an extreme approach as soon as he spoke, and he would directly put the most desperate facts in front of everyone.

Lin Bo couldn't imagine what kind of panic and turmoil would be caused once such a thing spread in the city, but he was afraid that he didn't need to wait for the great array to defend the city to be broken from the outside, and the hearts of the people in the ghost country would be completely chaotic from the inside!

At that time, there is no chance of remedy.

Lin Bo looked at Yan Tianjun in a panic, and he didn't dare to respond.

Yan Tianjun waved his hand and said, "If you are told, you will do it, if you can't even deal with such despair, leave Liming City as soon as possible and hide in the shelter with those old people and children!"

Lin Bo gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and said, "Lin Bo takes the order." ”

On the roof of a house in the east of the city, a middle-aged man sits.

The man took out a bun from his bosom, a somewhat dry bun, broke a piece, put it in his somewhat chapped lips, and chewed silently.

Beside him was a large black iron bow, with mottled marks on the bowstring, as if some crimson liquid had dried up, and it still exuded a faint fishy smell.

While silently chewing the bun in his mouth, he tilted his head and watched very earnestly as the light falling from the sky fell on the air shield like a torrential rain, causing a circle of ripples.

Suddenly, his right hand slammed down, holding down the black iron bow beside him that had just been picked up three inches.

The man lowered his head and looked at the thin young man in front of him who was a little embarrassed, his eyes were full of fierce light, making people dare not look directly.

The young man let go of his hand with some trepidation, and said with some sneer, "Uncle...... I am...... Just want to see ......."

The man was silent for a moment, then took the black iron bow in his right hand and handed it to the young man.

The young man said with some panic: "Give ...... Give it to me?"

The man nodded, and a smile appeared on his somewhat stiff face, which was very peaceful and reassuring.

The young man held the big iron bow tightly, his eyes widened, and he looked at the black iron bow carefully, as if the iron bow was full of infinite power, and his expression was full of irrepressible joy.

Last night, he saw with his own eyes that the man bent his bow and shot down one enemy after another, as if he was hunting, he had already regarded this man as a big hero, and at this moment, he couldn't help but be excited.

The man looked at the young man rubbing his big iron bow, and his expression was a little relieved.

The great iron bow had been with him for a long time, but had been buried in the dust for the past eighty years, until last night when he had recovered it from a pile of scrap metal and carried it on his back again.

He could see that the young man in front of him really liked his bow, and if it was a normal day, maybe he would have given the bow he thought he would never use again.

But not right now.

Now he's going to shoot down more enemies with this bow, and he's going to fight side by side with this bow.

Until the enemy is slain, or until he dies here.