The defenders stared in terror at the giant, over two meters tall, before them, unable to muster any courage to fight, and turned to flee.
Amidst a chorus of screams, more and more Death Warriors ascended the city walls.
They were incredibly strong, able to tear apart the defenders' armor with their bare hands.
Even more terrifying, these monsters seemed completely impervious to pain.
No matter how many times they were slashed or pierced by spears, as long as they weren't dead, they wouldn't stop their actions.
Zhao Tieshan drew his sword and roared, charging towards a Death Warrior.
As a second-rate Martial Artist, he severed the opponent's head with a single strike.
However, before he could even catch his breath, the headless corpse, driven by instinct, swung one last blow.
"Clang!"
Zhao Tieshan barely parried the attack, but the immense force sent him staggering back several steps, his tiger's mouth slightly numb.
Though he still had strength and his Qi was not exhausted, the sight before him chilled his heart, completely draining his will to fight.
If he hadn't known that deserting in battle would lead to the execution of his entire clan, he would have probably fled long ago... Meanwhile, Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming, standing below, also looked bewildered.
Because several Death Warriors had blocked some of the arrow rain, he had not suffered any injuries.
But looking at these soldiers who feared neither death nor pain, he couldn't help but swallow: Are these people... still human?
Are they demons?
However, he quickly shook his head; whether they were demons or not, he had no way back now.
Moreover - Grand Marshal!
That was his childhood dream.
If he succeeded, it would be a Dragon's merit, bringing glory to his ancestors.
Compared to that, cooperating with these "demons" could be cast aside... On the earthen slope outside the city, Yun Fei watched everything with satisfaction.
To be honest, the effect was even better than he had anticipated.
He had considered using siege ladders or battering rams, but those were not practical.
Not to mention the long manufacturing time, just feeding an army of over a hundred thousand was not something that could be accomplished in a short period.
Besides, his Death Warriors also needed to eat, didn't they?
He also didn't have any decent places to forage.
Instead of wasting time, it was better to directly attack the city.
If they could capture the city, that would naturally be best; even if they couldn't, it would still allow him to consume the Death Warriors he had summoned earlier.
After all, they would starve to death sooner or later, so it was better for them to die more valuably.
However, it seemed the defenders of this city were too weak.
The battle hadn't even officially begun, and the defenders had already lost their will to fight.
It almost immediately turned into a one-sided slaughter, with only one person still fiercely resisting - he looked like a city-defending general.
He skillfully killed Death Warriors one by one with his sword; that should be the Wuxia of this world.
Yun Fei wondered what Rank this person's strength was in this world.
After a moment of thought, he ordered the newly refreshed Death Warriors around him to capture that person alive.
As the command was given, dozens of Death Warriors immediately pounced on Zhao Tieshan.
Although these Death Warriors did not know Wuxia, they were incredibly strong and fearless of death, and they quickly surrounded Zhao Tieshan.
"Get lost!"
Zhao Tieshan roared, swinging his long sword, instantly severing the arms of two Death Warriors.
However, these Death Warriors seemed to feel no pain, and continued to rush at him with their mutilated bodies.
Zhao Tieshan was shocked; this fighting style was simply unheard of.
He retreated while swinging his sword to resist, but the sheer number of Death Warriors was too great, and he gradually ran out of stamina.
"Pfft!"
A Death Warrior pounced on Zhao Tieshan from behind, the immense strength almost suffocating him.
Seeing this, the other Death Warriors immediately swarmed forward and pinned him to the ground.
"Let me go! You monsters!"
Zhao Tieshan struggled desperately, but it was futile.
Soon, his limbs were broken, and he was hog-tied and dragged before Yun Fei.
Yun Fei looked at the defending general and asked calmly:
"What is your name?"
Zhao Tieshan snorted coldly, responding icily:
"Do what you will, kill or torture.
Don't expect to get any information from my mouth!"
Yun Fei smiled and said:
"Spirited.
However, I am curious, what level of Martial Artist are you considered in the Great Wu Dynasty?"
Zhao Tieshan paused, evidently not expecting that question.
He considered the question, as it wasn't a secret, and then said:
"I am a second-rate Martial Artist, already considered an elite in the army.
"Second-rate Martial Artist?" Yun Fei nodded thoughtfully, "What Ranks are above that?"
Zhao Tieshan's expression became stern at the words, and his tone carried a hint of pride:
"Hmph! The reason our Great Wu Dynasty is named 'Wu' is precisely because of our many strong individuals.
A second-rate Martial Artist like me can be called a 'hundred-man enemy'; one person can kill a hundred enemies in the army and then calmly escape.
Above me, there are first-rate Martial Artists, who can kill a thousand enemies among ten thousand soldiers and leave safely.
And above that, there are the legendary Innate Martial Artists. I have never seen such an existence, only heard legends.
But I can confirm that the Grand Marshal of our Great Wu Dynasty belongs to this level.
If you rely on the strength of those monsters to resist, you might as well surrender early.
Otherwise, once the Grand Marshal acts, even if you have an army of a hundred thousand, taking your head is as easy as reaching into a bag."
Yun Fei nodded slightly after hearing this, already having made a judgment in his heart.
He hadn't expected the Martial Artist levels in this world to be so high.
Although the exact strength of an Innate Martial Artist was still unclear, judging solely from the performance of a first-rate Martial Artist, being able to kill a thousand enemies among ten thousand soldiers and escape unscathed, then an Innate Martial Artist should at least have the ability to slay ten thousand.
More crucially, an Innate Martial Artist might not be the pinnacle.
Within the imperial palace, there might be even deeper experts hidden.
Conservatively, there were at least two higher Realms, which would be the 'million-man enemy' level.
That is to say, if he wanted to attack Chang'an, it would be safest to wait until a dozen days later, when the number of Death Warriors under his control surpassed a million, before launching an attack.
However, just then, Yun Fei suddenly thought of something.
This Zhao Tieshan claimed to be a 'hundred-man enemy' second-rate Martial Artist, but in reality, he had only killed a dozen Death Warriors before his limbs were broken and he was tied before him.
This guy, couldn't be bragging, could he?
Or, was he deliberately feigning weakness, intending to get close to him for a decapitation strike?
Thinking of this, Yun Fei immediately retreated a few steps, signaling the other Death Warriors to step forward and shield him in the middle.