A civilian, who was lying on the battlement with a serious injury, saw an evil worm soldier who had just jumped onto the city wall and was about to sneak attack a cultivator with his back to it, he jumped up with all his strength, pounced on the evil worm and fell down the city wall with it.

Similar pictures can be seen everywhere on the city wall, Zhu Zhu carried Ye Haotian on his back, and rushed to a cloud ladder with the only three flying blades left in the demon army. Holding the flame blade, Su Ning'er, whose clothes had already been stained red with blood, heard the voice and turned the last bit of mental power in her body into a few heavenly thunderbolts and threw them on the blood skeleton warrior on the cloud ladder.

With the assistance of Su Ning'er and the others, Zhuzhu finally rushed to the city wall.

"The demon army will be abolished by Ye Haotian, brothers kill!"

After confirming that Ye Haotian was only unconscious and there was no major problem, Xu Heihu wiped a handful of blood from his face, and suddenly shouted in a hoarse voice.

Hearing Xu Heihu's voice, the morale of the defenders in the city was greatly boosted, and the potential in the bodies of some defenders who had exhausted their physical strength was stimulated again.

"The siege beasts are destroyed, they can't enter the city gate, hurry, smash the ladder, smash the ladder and we will win!"

"Smash!"

"Kill!"

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Time passed slowly in the blood and corpses that were constantly splattered up and down the walls.

The smell of blood had turned the clouds red, and the scorching sun had already shifted its gaze elsewhere, and the only remaining afterglow was dodging under the clouds, struggling to flee westward.

It was getting dark.

The battle on the city walls was also coming to an end.

The city of quicksand, with thousands of corpses lying on its side, has almost become a dead city.

The rear camp of the demon army sounded the horn of retreat.

Dozens of Blood Skull warriors under the city wall withdrew the last three ladders, and the surviving crossbowmen on the city wall raised their bows and arrows but found that they didn't even have the strength to pull the bow, so they had to hang their arms weakly, and the long arrows that fell off the battlements fell on the battlements, and after a flick, they fell off the city wall, inserted them in the middle of the crotch of a dead demon army, and shook them twice and then didn't move.

"We won?"

"The demon army has retreated?"

The surviving defenders saw the retreating figure of the demon army, as if they had just woken up from a dream, and they couldn't believe it was true.

Won.

It's really won.

The demonic army's second assault on Quicksand City was defeated after leaving behind nearly four thousand corpses.

With only more than 300 defenders and hunters and more than 3,000 people, Quicksand City repelled the attacks of the Blood Skull Legion twice in a row, and this record was enough to be recorded in the history of war in the Great Xia Kingdom and even the entire human race.

Victory, it should be celebrated, but no one on the walls cheered.

Looking at the stumps and severed arms everywhere, the hearts of every surviving soldier and civilians were extremely heavy.

They even wish it was themselves who fell to the ground and never woke up again. This is not a fearless spirit of sacrifice, nor does it have anything to do with courage or righteousness.

The reason for this thought is entirely because of the fear and despair in their hearts.

Yes, fear, the fear of being driven away by blood and death in battle struck again with the end of the battle, taking possession of their hearts and blinding their souls.

The demon army was defeated, but it did not die.

They will continue to besiege the city.

Most of the 3,000 people have fallen, there are less than 1,000 men in the city who can fight, the arrows are exhausted, and there are not many stones left.

"Count the battle damage!"

A weak voice sounded on the city wall, some of the surviving defenders moved, and the numb faces gradually showed signs of activity, and a citizen leaning on the side of the city tower suddenly covered his face with his hands, and cried loudly, the cry drifted in the wind on the silent city wall, and when he heard the sound, more people shed tears, and the picture was so miserable and very desolate.

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As night fell, a blood-red haze floated over Quicksand City.

In a bedroom in the City Lord's Mansion, Ye Haotian was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, and a slight crackling sound kept sounding in his hot body, the sound was like the last moan from the embers of a charcoal fire, and like the painful hum from the breaking of an iceberg, which was particularly harsh in the silent night.

Zhu Zhu sat on the edge of the bed, holding a wet hand towel in her hand, her beautiful little face showed worry and panic that she had never felt before, she wiped Ye Haotian's sweating face with a hand towel, while chanting an ancient sacrifice from her own clan, praying to the gods of the heavenly realm for him, her deep voice was already choked.

Ye Haotian on the bed clenched his fists, his face was extremely painful, at this time, to be precise, his spirit was running in a sea of fire. This sea of fire Ye Haotian is no stranger, he had been here two years ago on the night of his demon soul awakening, this is the source of his demon soul power, and it is also the source of his pain.

The raging fire enveloped Ye Haotian's whole body, scorching his soul, he ran desperately, but his speed became slower and slower, and finally he couldn't support it and fell down.

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The world around him gradually became clear in Ye Haotian's sight, and the clearest thing was the familiar little face.

Seeing Ye Haotian open her eyes, there was a sudden light on Zhuzhu's haggard and dull cheeks, she opened her small mouth, wanting to say something, but she didn't know how to speak, in an instant, all the tastes turned into hot tears and burst out of her eyes, she gently lay on Ye Haotian's chest, as if she was afraid of crushing him, but her little face was tight, as if she was afraid that he would fall asleep again and never wake up, so she used silent tears to vent her inner worries and joys.

Ye Haotian lay quietly on the bed, the severe pain caused by the burning of the demon soul had disappeared, the divine blood healed all the wounds on his body, and he once again survived the collision of the two forces.

Feeling the temperature from the petite body on his body, and hearing the slight choking sound, Ye Haotian's hanging arm slowly lifted and stroked the soft black hair.

This is the first time Ye Haotian has seen Zhuzhu crying, he never knew that this strong and stubborn girl would cry.

Zhuzhu has a cheerful personality and always has a sweet smile on her face whenever she is there.

Ye Haotian likes to see Zhuzhu smile, he thinks that Zhuzhu is the most beautiful when she smiles, except for the senior sister, he has never seen a girl in this world who can be as beautiful as Zhuzhu smile, so pleasing to the eye, as if all the beautiful things in the whole world are gathered on that little face.

Since Seven Star Island was besieged and killed by the demon army, Zhuzhu no longer had the smile on her face. She would occasionally laugh, but she had lost her former brilliance in the ridiculousness, until the day she got the Seven Nights Demon Lotus, Ye Hao saw the girl who loved to laugh on the island again.