The battlefield, ablaze with intense fighting, was quenched by a torrential rain.
The rain poured heavily, and as the rear of the Demon Tide was severed by a barrage of Sword Qi, their charge faltered. Coupled with the aid of Sword Qi from the city walls, the previously retreating defenders managed to stabilize their position in a blink of an eye.
On the city walls, once submerged by the flood of Demons, the Xia Family's War Banner fluttered high once again.
All the soldiers suddenly felt a reduction in pressure, as the Demons in front of them were killed, with no more coming to attack.
They were all stunned, hardly believing the reversal of the scene before their eyes.
"This, what is this…"
"Who is wielding the sword? Who is saving us?!"
"Are we…saved?"
All the troops, including the aristocratic armies and those from the sects hastily conscripted, stared blankly outside the defensive line.
