On the third day of the ongoing war, the dead insects' offensive showed no signs of stopping. Even with the protection of the formation, many tribesmen in the garrison still perished.
The corpses of those black-armored dead insects piled up in a corner of the garrison, resembling a black mountain towering at the edge of the area.
The battle continued relentlessly, even the strong Tuoba tribesmen were becoming weary from the constant fighting. They desperately protected the city walls, preventing any dead insect from infiltrating.
Bronze weapons shattered, and the heavy armor they wore was already tattered. Jiang Wenji was also in a disheveled state, her clothes torn and ragged. However, her eyes remained firm, and she did not lose her will despite the seemingly endless battle.
Her voice had become hoarse, yet she continued to issue commands. Fortunately, a temporary tent was set up for Jiang Wen near the Spirit Gathering Formation, where she could carry out her duties.
"The herbal medicine inventory must be maintained..."
"Not enough space for the wounded? Take out all the animal hides we have stored and build tents."
"The guards lost on the south side must be replenished. Send warriors from the Baiyi tribe to go..."
After dealing with the various tedious matters, Jiang Wenji rubbed her eyes, feeling quite exhausted. The roars and wails of the dead insects filled her ears, and the shouts of the defending warriors rang out from time to time.
She looked down at Jiang Wen, who was still sitting upright in the Spirit Gathering Formation, and felt a slight warmth in her heart. Perhaps she felt tired, but the one who was truly exhausted was not her.
Thinking of these things, Jiang Wenji suddenly felt motivated. She braced herself and continued to handle the trivial matters in the garrison. On the third day of being besieged by dead insects, the consumption of nearly ten thousand tribesmen in the city was a major problem. She had to allocate everything as efficiently as possible to ensure the stability of the garrison.
Although there were many capable people around to assist her, there were still too many things to do, and everyone was extremely busy.
"It's been three days, has no one come to support us yet?" Jiang Wenji thought silently as she looked at the rough map in her hand. According to the Tuoba people's speed of advance, this hundred-mile journey would take at most one day. Moreover, in such a critical moment, their speed would not be slow.
Now, almost three days had passed, yet there was still no sign of movement. Could something have happened?
She couldn't figure it out, but the Tuoba clan, hundreds of miles away, had already abandoned their tribal garrison. On the first day the Tuoba warrior who went to seek help returned, the Tuoba patriarch, after careful consideration, felt that the newly built city gate could not be defended. After all, how vast was the number of dead insects, estimated in the millions or tens of millions? How could a garrison that had only been established for half a year possibly hold out?
In order to preserve the strength of the tribe, the Tuoba patriarch decided to advance towards Licheng, hoping that the defensive power of Licheng could preserve some of them. Therefore, the reinforcements that Jiang Wenji was waiting for had already left.
On the eighth day of the intense battle, the endless swarm of insects finally began to weaken. However, the tribesmen in the garrison were already at their limit. But for the sake of survival, everyone still held a breath of energy in their hearts. They knew that once the garrison was breached, their only path would be death. Under the influence of this do-or-die mentality, the management in the garrison was still well-organized.
Jiang Wenji pulled the iron sword out of the insect's body and flicked off the black liquid. She had encountered this situation countless times. From her initial embarrassment to her current ease, these ordinary dead insects were no longer her match.
In the life-and-death struggle, Jiang Wenji felt her strength improve. The surging noble blood in her body seemed to be brewing something. Her body and her senses were becoming more and more sharp and sensitive. Even in the darkness, she could see the surrounding situation clearly.
Jiang Wenji knew that her current state was a state of sublimation, where the demonic power in her body was gradually merging, advancing towards a higher realm.
Once she mastered the demonic power in her body, she would be able to truly step into the realm of demons and become a warrior who controlled demonic power.
"Father was right. Only by experiencing life-and-death battles can one understand what true power is," Jiang Wenji muttered to herself, clenching her fist.
"Squeak—!!" A sharp cry rang out, and Jiang Wenji couldn't help but look up.
Outside the formation, a huge dead insect flew over.
It was more than twenty feet long, as majestic as a mountain peak. Its feet were thick, and its body was covered with silver-white carapace.
Compared to it, those black dead insects were as small as dust.
Jiang Wenji's pupils suddenly shrank, and her chest was pressed down. She stared at the behemoth-like dead insect, stunned in place.
"This is... a general-level dead insect. How could they appear here..."
Before she could figure it out, the dead insect flapped its wings and slammed into the defensive formation.
Accompanied by flying sand and rocks, a huge crash resounded. Even the people staying in the city could feel a kind of earth-shattering force. Everyone looked in horror at the huge silver dead insect in the sky.
Almost everyone stopped what they were doing, their eyes filled with horror and despair. An atmosphere of impending doom quickly spread throughout the garrison.
A dead insect more than twenty feet long would make even the Stone Clan look like toys in front of it. No one knew how powerful this terrifying thing was, but the pressure it exerted affected dozens of miles around.
"Oh, God of the Azure Sky, please save your people."
"We can't escape, everyone will die here."
...
The atmosphere of despair continued to spread from the crowd, and even the stupid giants stopped their movements. Everyone felt that there was no hope. Facing such a behemoth of a dead insect, no matter how they struggled, the only outcome was death.
Death was already at hand.
"Fight! Fight!" A hoarse roar rang out.
Jiang Wenji took a spear from a nearby warrior, stood proudly on the wall, and raised her head arrogantly.
Her long hair swayed in the gale, and even though she was small and insignificant in front of this dead insect, her existence was still so dazzling.
"Rather die in battle! Than surrender in fear!"
