The slaughter atop the city walls had turned ferocious.
No one had expected the giant army to be so fearless. Even under a dense rain of arrows and bolts, they still charged all the way to the walls. This suicidal assault instantly disrupted the rhythm of the battlefield, throwing the Great Yi soldiers off balance.
In the past, anyone facing Great Yi's arrows would be terrified, fleeing in chaos, rivers of blood flowing. But now, these giants were breaching through after just a few volleys, charging up to the walls and launching direct assaults. Some soldiers were smashed off the walls by the giants' iron hammers, their bodies exploding on impact—even the protective shields from their battle armor shattered into pieces.
But the giants didn't go unscathed.
Assaulting the walls meant facing Great Yi's iron-willed soldiers. Long spears thrust forward, filled with power and sharpness, aiming straight for the giants' vitals. The giants were thick-skinned and strong, their physical bodies equivalent to cultivators of the same level—like having iron bones and bronze skin. Ordinary attacks from Spirit Sea realm cultivators could hardly pierce them. However, every spear and blade in Great Yi was a refined magic weapon, infused with true essence, capable of piercing even a giant's flesh.
This was the battlefield advantage of superior equipment—it wasn't just a help; it let them kill across cultivation ranks.
The giants weren't limitless in number. Many fell along the way; only a few reached the walls. Even fewer could climb them.
But then, a strange sight appeared before everyone's eyes.
Humans. Real humans.
A human army had appeared on the battlefield.
Looking closely, these people weren't well equipped. They wore yellow turbans, and their faces twisted with a fierce savagery. No one knew where they came from—they simply appeared at the horizon, swarming the battlefield.
The moment they emerged and saw Sunset City, they charged at it without hesitation.
"Yel… Yellow Turbans!!"
At that moment, Zhang Fei's eyes widened in shock. He stared at the human army with yellow headwraps. That sight was burned into his memory—it reminded him of a time when the world descended into chaos. The Yellow Turban Army.
He would stake his eyes on it—there was no mistake. These were definitely Yellow Turbans.
"Your Majesty, these are Yellow Turbans,"Zhang Fei quickly reported to Yi Tianxing.
"Yellow Turbans? Why are they here? Could Zhang Jue also have entered the battlefield? Even if it's his army, why attack Sunset City? These Yellow Turbans are clearly hostile."
Yi Tianxing's eyes grew contemplative.
Each Yellow Turban soldier radiated hostility. There was no way they had come to help Great Yi. The way they looked at Sunset City made their intentions clear.
What were the Yellow Turbans? They were the largest civil uprising in Huaxia's history. In 184 A.D., under the leadership of Zhang Jue, the Great Teacher of Virtue, they launched a massive revolt against the Han dynasty. Their numbers were vast, their goals noble—at first. But as mobs joined, the movement fell into chaos. Eventually, they became a symbol of rebellion and devastation, like mad dogs—an enemy to all under heaven.
Zhang Jue surely existed, and he was no ordinary man. But the appearance of the Yellow Turbans here was too strange—too suspicious.
"What should we do? These are humans… Do we really have to fight them?"
The soldiers looked conflicted.
If they were truly human civilians, then killing them would be like fratricide—damaging the strength of humanity itself. It would be foolish.
"Generals, I fear these are not true humans. Or at least, not normal ones. The same goes for the giants. Look into their eyes—there is no fear, no hesitation. Only madness. A destructive urge. These are not humans, but puppets—monsters in human form. The giants and Yellow Turbans are clearly allied. I'm almost certain… these are the very dangers the White Bone Darkcrows warned us about—the greatest threat of the Battlefield of Gods and Demons. These are… monsters."
Jia Xu spoke gravely, eyes full of worry.
Indeed, neither the giants nor the Yellow Turbans behaved like rational beings. It was as if their minds had been erased or controlled.
"Heaven is dead! The Yellow Heaven shall rise! In this year of Jiazi, the world shall rejoice!"
Suddenly, countless Yellow Turban soldiers roared in unison.
The ancient slogan echoed through the battlefield—this was the belief of the Yellow Turban Army.
Beneath the walls, more giants fell.
They had numbers, but without Life Diagram Realm experts among them, they couldn't hold against the relentless counterattacks from the walls.
Now, all eyes turned toward the oncoming Yellow Turbans.
The soldiers hesitated. These weren't beasts or aliens. They were humans. Even though their hands were soaked in blood, it had always been the blood of enemies—not innocent humans.
It was just like that day when the Vermilion Bird Corps encountered desperate civilians in the wilderness.
"Issue a warning."
Yi Tianxing frowned at the approaching Yellow Turban horde. If possible, he didn't want to shed human blood. But were these truly still human?
"Warning: You before the wall—halt! This is Sunset City, territory of the Great Yi Dynasty. Any unauthorized approach will be deemed an act of war. Those who defy Great Yi… shall be executed without mercy!"
"Warning: You before the wall—halt! This is Sunset City…"
Three warnings, repeated loud and clear by the soldiers atop the wall.
It was the final warning from Great Yi.
If they pressed forward, there would be no mercy.
Upon hearing this, the soldiers' eyes grew firm.
They had done their duty. If the Yellow Turbans ignored it, they would be slain without hesitation.
"Heaven is dead! The Yellow Heaven shall rise! In this year of Jiazi, the world shall rejoice!"
The Yellow Turbans didn't even pause. They surged forward, rushing toward Sunset City.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
A hail of arrows flew from the Yellow Turban ranks—thousands of archers loosed their bows from two to three kilometers away.
Their bows were not ordinary. They wielded mystic yellow war bows, and their arrows—rune-inscribed shafts, blazing with divine light—tore through the air like lightning.
They reached the city in the blink of an eye.
"Shields!!"
The Great Yi soldiers atop the wall were caught off guard by the ferocity of the attack. These Yellow Turban archers were no weaker than those wielding Bone Bows.
But they were veterans. Instinctively, shield-bearers leapt forward, forming a golden wall that radiated light.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The rune arrows smashed into the shields with explosive force. Some stuck deep into them, others dimmed the shield's glow with each hit.
"Damn it! Yellow Turban or not—human or not—if you attack, you are the enemy! Demonbreaker Legion, heed my command—kill them!!"
Zhang Fei roared in fury.
He had no love for the Yellow Turbans to begin with. Now they dared to fire the first shot. That was declaration of war.
There was no need for further words.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
The entire city wall came alive.
Massive ballistae unleashed a storm of bolts.
Each one a deadly streak that tore through the Yellow Turban ranks. Bodies exploded, blood sprayed, limbs scattered.
This was war. There would be no mercy.