Yet, the ripples spreading across the Iron-Blood Bastion were like pebbles falling into the sea—mere disturbances upon the surface of a vast ocean. No matter how many savage beasts struck the wall, no matter how unrelenting the barrage, they could not tear through the bastion, could not pierce its defenses, could not set foot upon the walls and shred the Da Yi soldiers stationed there.
The Iron-Blood Great Wall, forged from boundless flesh and blood, rooted in the undying will of countless human martyrs, and tempered by the fate of the Da Yi Dynasty, was the ultimate national treasure of defense—the first bastion of Da Yi.
The Iron-Blood Bastion was a matchless protective formation.
Of course, activating the Iron-Blood Bastion came at a cost. It consumed the Iron-Blood Will and Heroic Spirit Power within the wall. This Iron-Blood Power was drawn from the surging vitality absorbed by the Great Wall—harvested from countless corpses. However, this was not a one-time resource; even if fully consumed, it could gradually regenerate over time.
The Iron-Blood Great Wall was intrinsically linked to the territory of Da Yi.
It could continuously draw upon the power of the earth as an energy source, reinforcing the wall to remain unyielding and immovable.
This was the true might of the Iron-Blood Great Wall.
However, once the Iron-Blood Bastion was activated, it required time to reaccumulate its energy reserves before it could be used again. It was a trump card—not to be deployed lightly. As the wall grew stronger, so too did the bastion; its endurance would also lengthen accordingly.
During activation, one could clearly see the bloody radiance emanating from the wall gradually fading and dimming.
Once that radiance vanished entirely, the bastion would naturally disperse. But given the wall's current foundation, it could last for three days and nights without exhausting its reserves under normal circumstances. In the face of sustained attacks, however, that consumption rate would naturally increase.
"Unbreakable!!"
The sudden emergence of the Iron-Blood Bastion struck terror into the hearts of the attacking frostbeasts. A barrier! One they could not penetrate—one that completely shielded the Da Yi soldiers atop the wall. It was invincible.
They could be attacked, but could not retaliate. That was a terrifying reality.
Especially on the battlefield, this meant only one thing: death and despair.
To be on the receiving end of attacks with no way to fight back—it was a hopeless scenario.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
"Fire! Shoot them dead!!"
"These beasts can't breach the Great Wall. No need to fear—strike them down hard!"
The morale on the Iron-Blood Great Wall surged. Seeing the results, Da Yi's soldiers and cultivators roared in delight. Without hesitation, they unleashed their most devastating attacks on the beast tide.
Simultaneously, countless rune bombs rained down like a torrential storm, pounding the beast horde below.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions resounded as swaths of frostbeasts were blown apart, limbs and viscera flying through the air.
Bolts from ballistae, rune-forged bullets, and arrows turned the skies into a death trap. Frostbeasts fell in waves. No matter how powerful, they could not withstand such relentless, concentrated firepower. Even an elephant could be bitten to death by ants—let alone now, where every Da Yi soldier was a powerful cultivator in their own right, easily matching or surpassing their beastly foes.
With this natural advantage, the frostbeasts were mowed down like wheat.
Even Frost Dragons, once hit in their vital points, shrieked in agony and collapsed upon the battlefield. Their dying eyes glared in unwilling fury toward the wall. Even in death—they could not break through.
They were unreconciled!
Frost Dragons fell.
Ice Giants collapsed.Countless frostbeasts perished beneath the wall.
Corpses piled high, frozen by the ambient chill even in death. Their blood solidified, their forms eerily lifelike. The air reeked less of blood and more of a strange stillness.
After a full quarter of an hour, even under the relentless assault of the beast tide, the Iron-Blood Great Wall stood as unshakable as ever.
This scene shocked all who watched in secret.
The Da Yi Dynasty had always been eyed warily by foreign races. In the shadows, countless spies had infiltrated, using all sorts of bizarre methods to observe Da Yi. Some even transmitted live battlefield images to distant realms.
This collision between Da Yi and the frostbeast tide had captured the attention of the world.
To the various alien races, it was a clash of two tigers.
Everyone wanted to know which tiger would emerge victorious. The clash would reveal each side's strength—and perhaps drain them both. No one was willing to miss such an opportunity.
Footage from the battlefield reached many alien tribes in real-time.
"How terrifying—this frostbeast tide is overwhelming, but the Da Yi Dynasty... this Great Wall is even more terrifying. The Iron-Blood Bastion can withstand even this? Unbelievable."
"With that kind of bastion, who can even invade Da Yi? No enemy can break through—they can only sit and take a beating. So Da Yi can strike at will while remaining untouchable? What kind of monster nation is this?"
"I'd hoped Da Yi and the Ice Queen would wound each other deeply... but now? If this continues, the beast tide might be annihilated by Da Yi."
Many alien powerhouses fell silent in fear. They had long known Da Yi was formidable—but never imagined it was this strong.
In their minds, they played out what might happen if they ever attacked Da Yi. The conclusion? The Great Wall would hold. The Iron-Blood Bastion would stop them cold. It was like a chasm, an impassable abyss.
Leaving aside the thoughts of these alien powers...
The battlefield remained engulfed in chaos. The beast tide kept surging forward.
One fell, another charged in.
But after some time, an unusual phenomenon unfolded.
Frostbeasts began to scatter, diverting around the Great Wall, flooding toward regions without the Iron-Blood defense. It was like a river encountering a massive rock—if it couldn't smash through, it split around it.
Da Yi was the unbreakable rock, and the tide was forced to flow around.
Upon realizing this, many alien tribes grew anxious.
"No! The beast tide intends to bypass Da Yi. Since they can't break in, they're spreading out in all directions!"
"Quick! Sound the alarm! Prepare for battle!"
"Damn it—why won't they just fight Da Yi to the end? Do we really have to relocate our entire tribe? The cost would be catastrophic."
Panic set in.
The horror of the beast tide had been witnessed firsthand. Unlike Da Yi, they had no Iron-Blood Wall. Their chance of survival was less than ten percent. Given this, they faced few options: stay and die, or surrender. The paths ahead were painfully clear.
Still, many alien tribes held onto their trump cards.
Dimensional Relocation Artifacts—tools capable of teleporting entire tribes elsewhere. These included items like the Grand Transference Token, Dimensional Portal Talismans, and City Migration Orders. Though rare, they were treasured beyond measure, only used as a last resort.
But these items had a price.
Where one ended up was unpredictable. Some might teleport to another continent—others to a forbidden zone, which would mean instant death.
Moreover, the entire Eternal World was besieged by natural disasters. Escaping one might mean walking into another. In a strange land, survival would be even more difficult.
Thus, most tribes hesitated to flee unless they had no choice.
Still, for many—that choice had arrived. The frostbeasts were coming. Ice and death would soon consume the land.
The tide moved swiftly.
But so did the alien tribes.
Some vanished in a flash—teleported away.
Others seemed to vanish into dimensional pockets.
Some resisted—and were crushed.
Others knelt, swearing loyalty to the Ice Queen.
Back atop the Iron-Blood Great Wall, the diversion of the beast tide greatly alleviated the pressure on Da Yi.
"Has the tide finally ended?"
That question echoed through the minds of many civilians.
But at that very moment, a wave of freezing energy crashed down like a waterfall from the heavens. A formless pressure spread through the air. Hail and snow whirled together.
"Look—over there! What is that!?"
A sharp-eyed cultivator pointed into the distance with a cry of alarm.