The young students had never expected to encounter such a day.
A horrifying stench filled the air, infiltrating their bodies.
Neither purification spells nor dispel abilities worked. This pure, unrelenting stench of flatulence rendered them utterly powerless.
The once-imposing army descended into chaos almost instantly!
Inside the tanks, the drivers and soldiers turned green in the face as the green fog somehow seeped inside. They began vomiting on the spot, collapsing where they stood.
Among the black-armored knights, their once-majestic forms turned a sickly green. Although the knights held on for a while, their horses couldn't endure the smell, buckling and falling to the ground. Both riders and mounts succumbed to the overwhelming odor.
Even among the undead units, the lords commanding them were stunned. They were thankful their troops were undead and thought themselves immune to the stench.
"Foul!"
Yet to their shock, the skeletons under their command began to collapse, trembling violently.
It seemed that even death couldn't shield one from the terrors of flatulence.
"What is going on here?"
The lords were utterly baffled.
Soon, however, the smell reached them as well, and they turned pale, retching uncontrollably.
Cultivators, warriors, mages, and soldiers alike fell one after another.
The low-level militia units fared the worst. Their inadequate stamina and strength left them entirely defenseless against the attack. In no time, thousands of low-tier soldiers were dead.
They were… suffocated to death!
On the stone wall, Wu Chi leaned against the parapet, observing the carnage below.
Watching the low-level soldiers fall lifeless, his expression twitched involuntarily.
The Fart Towers were clearly designed as a control mechanism, their damage negligible.
"People died from the stench? Is this even possible?"
Wu Chi wasn't sure whether to laugh or not.
That said, he realized he had overestimated the students' resilience. Even high-level heroes could only resist for a few seconds before collapsing.
The simultaneous activation of all four Fart Towers created a relentless onslaught, with the humanoid statues atop them bending over and spraying with abandon.
Before long, the vast army lay in heaps, a pitiful sight to behold.
"The boss troops are down; what more is there to fight for?"
Wu Chi sighed and waved his hand.
The Flame Burst Towers, Ice Mage Towers, Lightning Towers, and regular Flame Towers began their assault.
Explosions rang out as flames blazed and icy magic surged forward. Lightning arced across the battlefield with crackling ferocity, followed by a massive white bolt that struck with devastating precision.
"Boom!"
The earth shook as dozens of soldiers were instantly killed. The unlucky lords and heroes caught in the blast were burned alive or reduced to ash in the searing flames.
Panic spread like wildfire among the remaining troops, and their formation disintegrated in mere moments.
Elsewhere, chain lightning moved with blinding speed, delivering high damage that soldiers couldn't hope to escape.
The various towers unleashed their might, the special level-11 defensive towers proving their terrifying destructive power.
While high-level heroes survived using skills or brute endurance, low-level troops were utterly annihilated, dissipating into the void.
Wu Chi observed the battlefield.
The attack had wiped out at least a dozen lords, with their armies significantly depleted.
"No choice, my friends."
Wu Chi sneered, preparing for the next wave of attacks.
Above the battlefield, the teachers looked on in silence.
The outcome was difficult to accept.
The attackers had been utterly reckless, charging blindly without any semblance of strategy.
Even if they had attacked dozens of times, how vigilant could they possibly be? A lion fights a rabbit with all its strength—how could they afford such carelessness against a lord?
Of course, it was the Fart Towers that shattered everyone's perceptions.
The Elemental Towers weren't surprising—many teachers had seen far stronger ones in the past. But the towers releasing poisonous gas were beyond comprehension.
Undead, machines, humans, and even ghosts capable of phasing through obstacles couldn't withstand the assault.
It was absurd!
Fairy Luo, too, wore a shocked expression. After a long silence, she laughed and pressed a hand to her forehead.
One teacher remarked, "With defensive towers like that, Wu Chi must have gained substantial rewards during the novice trial."
"Indeed. It's no wonder he's so formidable. Without a doubt, he'll top this class."
"I wonder how long he can hold out and how many lords he'll kill before falling."
While most teachers acknowledged Wu Chi's strength, they still doubted his chances of ultimate victory.
After all, lords weren't mindless monsters—they had countless tricks up their sleeves.
And indeed, one of the lords took action.
Pulling out a white flag emblazoned with the image of a deity, he activated a relic that linked allied units and granted them protective shields, capable of nullifying skill effects.
Another lord used a talisman that transformed into a black snake, which devoured the green fog like a whale swallowing seawater.
Other lords distributed antidotes and potions to alleviate the negative effects.
The massive number of lords allowed them to help one another without worrying about losses. Gradually, the army regained its strength.
During this time, Wu Chi took advantage of the opportunity to launch several waves of attacks, killing about 2,000 more soldiers.
"They're smarter than void creatures," Wu Chi remarked, unsurprised that the effectiveness of the Fart Towers was diminishing.
With a wave of his hand, a hundred Qin Ruishi Immortals appeared around the battlefield.
Dressed in black armor and exuding murderous intent, they spread out to guard key areas.
The siege battle was about to begin!
The enemy army slowly moved beyond the range of the Fart Towers, relying on various methods to neutralize the debuff. Though they managed to push forward, they were battered and humiliated.
The foul stench had left a lasting psychological scar, making them gag at the mere thought of it.
Their once-mighty army now teetered on the brink of collapse, their morale shattered.
Many tanks and artillery units were rendered inoperable.
"Charge! Tear them apart! I'll have my revenge!"
Chen Youyi's face was dark with rage as he led the charge on horseback, shouting orders.
The lords gave commands, and their soldiers rushed forward to attack.
"Boom!"
Tanks and heavy artillery fired indiscriminately, shells exploding against the stone walls.
Durability -150.
But then, something happened that left everyone dumbfounded.
As the attacks struck the walls, a black cloud suddenly coalesced overhead.
"Crack!"
From the dark clouds, lightning bolts descended like serpents, striking swiftly.
"Ah!"
"Ahhhh!"
Soldiers screamed in terror as many were electrocuted on the spot.
Within moments, the advancing army was decimated, reduced to a swirling mist.
"Thundercloud spell! Are those black-armored soldiers mages?"
A lord exclaimed in disbelief.