Zhao Zian and his regiment had fallen into dire straits.
Yet it seemed that fate always had a way of turning at such moments.
When their last remaining plasma weapon destroyed the Demon Engine-driven battering ram in one desperate overload salvo, evaporating a large circle of enemies in the process, the massive casualties seemed to finally pry open the bloodlust-filled brains of the Terror Demon followers.
The subsequent surge was not as frenzied and fearless as before, especially when they discovered that those stubborn points on the walls were still sporadically spewing deadly firepower.
The frenzied Blood God followers temporarily receded like a tide, leaving piles of corpses and nearly scrapped fortifications above and below the walls.
Gasping for breath and in pain all over, Zhao Zian had only one thought in his mind:
"Won?"
Why did the enemy retreat?
He couldn't quite understand.
