"With a single sword, he could split hard iron and stone; with one punch, he could shatter the spiked clubs in the hands of those vicious dogs. Such immense power had only existed in movies in his previous life!"

He seemed to see the gates of a new world slowly opening before him.

He saw the world of cultivation, magnificent and enchanting, filling him with longing!

The battle was becoming increasingly one-sided. The army behind the Jiu Dogs, while suffering constant harassment from boulders and arrows, kept slaughtering the Cangshou soldiers. In just a quarter of an hour, of the six thousand Cangshou soldiers facing them head-on, over two thousand had already fallen.

And the deaths and routs continued.

Yet not a single one of them retreated, even if they died at the hands of the enemy, their weapons would still strike the enemy, carving out wounds so deep the bottom could not be seen.

Summer Clark glanced again at the burly Tai Cang youth who, though gravely wounded, still gritted his teeth, tore off a strip of his clothing to bind his wound, and charged at the enemy with his blade. Summer Clark couldn't help but feel moved.

Before his eyes, blood filled his vision as he watched the Cangshou soldiers, faces grim, charge at the enemy again and again, only to die.

In the eyes of the Jiu Dog army, there was only ferocity, cruelty, and bloodlust. Even now, it seemed they still refused to take the Cangshou soldiers seriously.

Atop the city wall, Julia Reed and Melody Shaw were watching the battle.

The anxious look on Melody Shaw's face had only grown more intense since earlier. Seeing that the Cangshou soldiers were completely unable to withstand the Jiu Dogs, and that the crown prince had yet to summon the Yin Army, he grew extremely nervous: "Lord Lu, why hasn't His Highness summoned the Yin Army yet? If this goes on, the Cangshou soldiers will likely be wiped out."

Julia Reed shook his head and said, "The Jiu Dogs are still too concentrated. The crown prince has to deal with the enemy soldiers, so his advance is slow and he hasn't penetrated deep into the battlefield.

Even if the Yin Army appears, according to General Harper's estimation of the Yin Lord's strength, even if they can suppress the Jiu Dog army, it will be hard to inflict heavy casualties on them."

Melody Shaw watched as the Cangshou soldiers kept falling, his face full of pain and reluctance, but he said nothing more.

Summer Clark and the burly youth stood back to back, slowly moving forward, fortunately along a path

that Grace Harper had already forcefully cleared. Although many Jiu Dogs occasionally attacked, the two of them could barely hold them off.

At last, this strange pair—one covered in wounds, the other with no sign of spiritual energy but wielding a terrifying longsword—was finally noticed by a Jiu Dog general. His jet-black fur was matted with blood; who knew how many Tai Cang humans he had already killed.

From afar, he saw the burly youth split a Jiu Dog in two from head to toe with a heavy sword.

Another Jiu Dog was pinned to the ground, a strange weapon driven through its chest by the other human beside him.

A deep, terrifying growl rumbled from his throat as he shot toward the two like an arrow loosed from a bow. In just a few breaths, he had crossed dozens of yards and arrived before Summer Clark and the burly youth.

On his path, two Cangshou soldiers tried to block him.

He didn't pause for even a moment, barreling straight through, sending the two Tai Cang soldiers—barely in their twenties—flying.

They landed far away, several yards in front of Summer Clark, their bodies shattered, blood pouring from their mouths as they died.

Summer Clark's face darkened, but he hadn't had time to react.

The Jiu Dog general's jet-black spiked club was already crashing down on him, its force like a massive cauldron falling from the sky. If it struck the physically weak, unprotected Summer Clark, who had no spiritual energy to shield him, the only outcome would be his body smashed to pieces.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound rang out as the spiked club's momentum was halted. Summer Clark turned to see the burly youth, gripping his heavy sword, struggling to block the club, which was brimming with spiritual energy.

Blood streamed from the youth's seven orifices, his hands trembled violently, yet he still refused to let go.

Only then did Summer Clark react. He pointed at the Jiu Dog general, and the Sword of Vengeance shot out, stabbing toward the enemy.

The Jiu Dog general retreated several yards, swinging his spiked club to knock the Sword of Vengeance aside, then looked at Summer Clark and the burly youth.

"With the power of the Sixth Heaven, you can take a blow from me. Among humans, you count as a genius."

A human-like expression appeared on the Jiu Dog general's canine face, his tone contemptuous: "And you, I smell the scent of Tai Cang royalty. Hmph, it still smells so good."

Summer Clark supported the Tai Cang youth, who could barely stand, helping him sit down slowly.

The Jiu Dog general, like a cat toying with a mouse it had its eye on, continued, "I can't understand you Tai Cang people. You outnumber us three to one, yet you can only be slaughtered, only become our food.

The funniest thing is, this is the battlefield, and the human beside you is already a useless cripple. What you should do now is abandon him and run."

Summer Clark looked seriously at the Jiu Dog general and asked, "Do all Jiu Dog generals talk this much nonsense on the battlefield?"

The Jiu Dog general killed four Ji Guard soldiers with a single swing, then laughed loudly, arrogance in his eyes: "This isn't nonsense. As the strong, we have the right to look down on, toy with, and humiliate the weak.

As the weak, even if you hate it, you can only listen to me finish these words, then die under my club."

"And I very much enjoy this process. That's why I talk so much nonsense..."

Summer Clark slowly stood up and asked, puzzled, "What does it mean to be strong?"