C37 You Are Wasting the Heavenly Treasure!

Atop the hundred-meter-high city walls, guards were stationed every five meters and sentries every ten. Every defender's face was etched with fear, despair, and the unmistakable signs of collapse.

Occasionally, flying Devil Beasts would attempt to breach the walls, only to be struck down by a barrage of weapons. Those that didn't die were swiftly finished off by a mob of soldiers