Ran Qingmo left, and the battle began.
No, the scale warranted it being called a war.
The war between humans and demonic beasts.
Whether in his past life or this one, this was the first time Xu Yuan had witnessed war.
Demonic beasts surged from all directions through the fog, their earth-shattering roars complemented the soldiers' and officials' battle cries outside the city walls, alongside the intermittent twanging of bowstrings on the walls.
An hour's time was ultimately too short; even though the three sides of the city walls were opened to evacuate the refugees, many were still stranded outside the city.
More deadly was the vast number of flying demonic beasts that emerged from the fog.
Fortunately, Shengshan's Border Army had ample experience dealing with demonic beast tides, especially the commanding officers on the front lines.
They didn't form large military formations to clash head-on with the tide of demonic beasts.
