I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

"Ah—!" With a scream, a middle-aged rogue cultivator fell straight down as a ghost pierced through his body.

His eyes were wide open, the pupils devoid of light, and his mouth was open as if he wanted to shout something, but no sound came out.

The monks on the city wall switched their attack methods one after another.

The fire-elemental cultivator formed hand seals, unleashing fireballs, flame blades, and raging storms. Streams of crimson flames shot from the city walls, crashing into the horde of undead.

The souls struck by the flames let out sharp screams, their bodies twisting and dissipating in the flames, turning into wisps of smoke.

However, fire spells consume a great deal of spiritual energy; after casting just a few fire spells, one's spiritual energy is depleted.

The practice of lightning magic is more effective for independent practitioners.

A bolt of lightning struck, wiping out all the souls within a radius of several feet, turning them into countless points of light, not even having time to utter a cry.

Lightning spells consume more energy than fire spells; one can only cast a few before becoming exhausted.

But there were too many dead souls, surging in like a tide. After killing one batch, another batch would arrive.

The fire-type cultivators' spiritual power was being rapidly depleted, and the lightning-type cultivators could only cast a few spells left.

Those high-level undead souls, especially the undead souls of demonic beasts at the Golden Core stage, are even more difficult to deal with.

They retain their fighting instincts from their previous lives; they know how to dodge, how to defend, and even how to feint.

A golden core stage armored rhinoceros ghost, braving the flames and lightning of the defenders, charged up the city wall, knocking away several swordsmen and shieldmen, and tearing a gap in the wall.

"Golden Core cultivator, charge!" Fang Lie personally drew his sword and met the undead soul of the armored rhinoceros.

With a single sword strike, the blade flashed like snow, leaving a deep crack on the soul of the armored rhinoceros.

The ghost let out a mournful howl, its body trembling violently, but instead of dissipating, it became even more ferocious.

It suddenly swung its head, and its thick horns rammed into Fang Lie. Fang Lie dodged to the side, and the horns grazed his shoulder, tearing a gash in his general's robe. Blood seeped from the wound, staining half of his robe red.

"General, we're here to help you!" Two vice generals at the Golden Core stage arrived at the same time, standing on either side of Fang Lie.

The three joined forces, their swords flashing like three silver lightning bolts, leaving dozens of cracks on the armored rhinoceros's undead body.

The armored rhinoceros's spirit finally gave way, exploding into countless points of light.

However, in this short period of time, the defenses on the city wall had been torn open in several places by the ghosts.

The defenders suffered heavy casualties; some fell in pools of blood, some had their souls devoured by the spirits of the dead, and some were torn apart by the claws of the monsters.

Just then, dozens of sword lights appeared in the sky in the direction of Burning Bone City.

The sword light, like a meteor shower, pierced the darkness before dawn, growing brighter and brighter as it approached.

The support cultivators have arrived.

Leading them was a group of veteran rogue cultivators at the Golden Core stage.

They had been operating in Burning Bone City for many years, were wealthy, well-equipped, and possessed only high-grade third-tier magic weapons.

The elderly man leading the group had white hair and a gaunt face, but his voice was loud and clear, like thunder.

"Fellow Daoists, follow me to kill!" His sword was a high-grade third-tier "Frost Sword," with white cold air emanating from its blade. With a single swing, the sword light transformed into a sheet of frost, freezing several dead souls in mid-air before shattering.

The independent cultivators landed on the city wall and fought alongside the defenders.

Some people are skilled in fire magic, such as fireball, fire wall, and meteor shower. Crimson flames bloom on the city wall, burning the dead to ashes.

Some people are skilled in swordsmanship, their swords flashing like rainbows, each strike precisely piercing the "core" of the dead soul, killing them instantly;

Some people are skilled with talismans, throwing out stacks of them as if they were free. Thunder talismans, fire talismans, and soul-suppressing talismans explode with spiritual light on the city wall, scattering the souls of the dead in all directions.

Most of the independent cultivators were at the early Foundation Establishment stage or even the late Qi Refining stage. Their attacks had limited effect on the undead, but they were not discouraged.

They gather in small groups of three or five, forming teams and cooperating with each other.

Swordsmen and shieldmen stood at the front, their shields covered with talismans to attract the attention of the dead;

The archers fired from behind, using the spiritual energy arrows of the Spirit-Breaking Crossbow to deplete the soul power of the dead.

The healers were at the rear, constantly healing their wounded comrades. Their hands flashed with spiritual light as they cast healing spells on the injured guards.

The situation on the city wall began to reverse. The arrival of the rogue cultivators greatly relieved the pressure on the defending troops.

But the monsters won't give humans a chance to breathe.

On the Broken Dragon Cliff, the platform was completely breached, and with a loud bang, the first wave of monsters stepped onto the bridge.

The red-eyed demon wolves charged at the forefront, their sharp claws scraping against the city wall with a piercing sound, as if they were gripping an iron plate, sparks flying everywhere.

The Ironbacked Bear followed closely behind, its massive body slamming into the city gate with a dull thud. Each impact caused the gate to dent inward by an inch, and the array patterns on the hinges flickered erratically.

The Wind Howling Beast unleashed wind blades from the bridge, slicing through the defenders on the city wall. Some cultivators were unable to dodge in time and were cut in half at the waist by the wind blades. Their upper bodies remained in a fighting posture, while their lower bodies lay in pools of blood.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows!"

On the city wall, archers unleashed a torrent of arrows, raining down like a deluge.

However, the beasts' fur was too thick. The arrows only left a shallow bloodstain on the Ironback Bear, and the Red-Eyed Wolves nimbly dodged them when they hit the Wind Howling Beast.

A barrage of fireballs struck the monster, exploding into sparks, but only scorched a layer of fur before being shattered by a single slap from the Ironback Bear.

The Ice Spike Technique can pierce the eye sockets of monsters, but only a very few can hit vital organs.

Someone used an ice spike technique, piercing the monster's eye socket and finally bringing it down. But more monsters rushed forward, stepping over the corpses of their companions.

When one falls, ten more rush forward; when ten fall, a hundred rush forward.

They didn't care about life or death, or casualties; all they cared about was whether they could tear a hole in the city wall.

"City-Breaching Crossbow - Free Fire!"

Fang Lie's order was like a sharp sword, cutting off the last trace of hesitation on the city wall.

The crossbows that breached the city walls stopped firing in unison and began to aim individually.

The crossbowmen no longer waited for orders; they judged the wind direction, distance, and target themselves, and chose when to fire.

A crossbow was aimed at an iron-backed bear that was ramming against the city gate.

The giant bear was as big as a mountain. With each impact, it caused the city gate to dent inward by an inch. The array patterns on the door hinges flickered wildly and creaked under the weight.

The crossbowman held his breath, aimed at the giant bear's red eye sockets, and pulled the trigger.

The giant arrow tore through the air with a sharp whistle. It pierced the iron-backed bear's left eye socket and exited through the back of its head, kicking up a cloud of blood.

The enormous creature's body suddenly stiffened, the impact abruptly halted, and then it crashed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust. The city gate finally stopped trembling.

Another crossbow bolt was aimed at a group of red-eyed demon wolves on the bridge.

The demonic wolves swarmed across the bridge of flesh and blood, densely packed together.

The crossbowmen didn't aim at any one of the demons, but rather at the center of the demon horde.

The giant arrow shot out, sweeping across like an invisible iron rod, pinning the three demon wolves together.

The arrow pierced through the body of the first bird, then into the chest of the second, and finally out through the abdomen of the third, stringing them together in a chain.

The crossbows that break through the city walls are too slow to cock, and the monsters are too fast.

After each shot, the crossbowmen had to frantically turn the winch to fully draw the bowstring back, sweat dripping from their foreheads and their hands raw and bleeding from the winch.

But in the gaps between their reloading, the monsters had already rushed to the foot of the city wall and begun to climb it.

They don't use ladders, they use claws and teeth.

The red-eyed wolf's claws could penetrate into the cracks in the stone, leaving a deep scratch mark on the wall with each climb.

The brute force of the Ironbacked Bear could shatter the bricks of the wall, and each strike made the city wall tremble slightly, with rubble falling from the wall surface.

The monsters, like ants, swarmed all over the city wall and surged upwards.

The cultivators on the city wall poured their spiritual energy into their bodies, thrusting downwards with spears, hurling boulders, and throwing down thunderbolts.

The spear pierced the monster's body, and blood gushed out, splattering all over the cultivator's face;

The rolling stones fell from the city wall, smashing onto the climbing monsters and plunging them into the abyss;

The thunderous explosion ripped through the horde of monsters, sending fragments flying and turning a group of them into a bloody mess.

The corpses of the monsters piled up into a small mountain at the base of the wall, but the monsters behind them continued to climb up, stepping on the corpses of their companions.

The corpses piled up higher and higher, and the distance to climb became shorter and shorter.

In some areas, monsters hardly need to climb; they can simply charge up the city walls from the piles of corpses.

"My spiritual power is exhausted..." A young cultivator slumped to the ground, his staff now dull and lifeless.

He was only at the late stage of Qi Refining, and after releasing more than a dozen fireballs in succession, his dantian was completely empty, and he couldn't squeeze out even a trace of spiritual energy from his meridians.

"Catch!" An older rogue cultivator tossed him a bottle of Rejuvenation Pills. The bottle arced through the air before the young cultivator clumsily caught it. "Use it sparingly, as long as it lasts!"

The cultivator took the pills, bit open the bottle with his teeth, poured out two pills, and put them in his mouth.

The bitter taste of the medicine exploded on the tip of the tongue, but finally a trace of spiritual energy surged from the dantian. A warm feeling spread from the dantian to the limbs and bones, like a dried-up riverbed finally welcoming a stream of water.

He struggled to his feet, his legs still trembling, but he gritted his teeth, raised his staff again, and hurled another fireball down towards the city wall.

The fireball was pitifully small, only the size of a fist, and its light was so faint that it seemed it might go out at any moment.

But when it landed on the head of a red-eyed demon wolf, it still burned the beast so badly that it howled and fell off the city wall.

There are fewer and fewer people on the city wall.

Someone was struck by the wind blades, their body was cut in half, and blood gushed out, staining the bluestone beneath their feet red.

Some people were consumed by the spirits of the dead, their eyes glazed over, and they fell straight down, never to wake up again;

Someone was dragged off the city wall by a monster. The screams came from below, growing farther and farther away, weaker and weaker, until they were finally drowned out by the monster's roar.

After exhausting their spiritual power, someone was slapped away by the Ironbacked Bear, their body crashing into the city wall, their bones shattering, spitting blood, and sliding into a pool of blood.

Fang Lie stood on the city wall, his robes soaked in blood, some of his own and some of that of demonic beasts.

Blood dripped down the hem of his robe, forming a small, dark red puddle at his feet.

His longsword was already chipped, the blade was covered with cracks, there were several nicks in the blade, and in some places it had even broken off, exposing the core.

But he was still wielding his sword.

With each swing of the sword, a demonic beast fell, but more demonic beasts surged forward.

"General, we can't hold on any longer!" The lieutenant was covered in blood, his left arm was gone, and blood was still seeping from the severed area. The flesh was a bloody mess, and you could see the white bone fragments inside.

His magical power was exhausted, and his dantian was completely empty; he couldn't even sense a trace of spiritual energy.

The tip of the knife braced against the ground, supporting his body so he wouldn't fall.

"We have to hold on, even if we can't!" Fang Lie shouted hoarsely. "Our families, our people, are behind us! If Burning Bone Pass falls, the gates of the Southern Region will be wide open! Do you want the demon beasts to come to our doorstep?!"

No one answered.

The soldiers guarding the city wall were speechless.

They gritted their teeth, channeling their remaining spiritual energy into the weapons they gripped tightly, and continued fighting.

When someone falls, someone else immediately takes their place;

When someone ran out of spiritual energy, someone immediately handed them a pill;

Someone's ritual implement broke, so they immediately picked up a knife from the ground and continued hacking.

No one cared whether they could return alive; all they knew was that this wall could not be lost in their hands.

More and more monsters are appearing on the city walls.

The red-eyed demon wolf's claws tore open a cultivator's chest, blood gushing out and splashing onto the city wall, flowing down the cracks in the stones and leaving shocking red marks on the dark gray wall.

The Iron-Backed Bear smashed the arrow tower with a single slap, sending wood chips flying, beams breaking, and tiles scattering. The crossbowmen inside were buried under the rubble, with only one hand sticking out from the wood chips, its fingers still twitching slightly.

The wind-whistling beast's wind blades severed the flagpole on the city wall, and the Fang family's clan flag fell from the sky, landing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The flag was soaked in blood, but it still fluttered slightly in the wind, and the character "Fang" on the flag appeared and disappeared intermittently.

The array masters exerted all their strength and reactivated some of the defensive array patterns.

The once-dim runes lit up again, and golden light flowed slowly across the wall, like water returning to a dried-up riverbed.

The golden light shield lit up again, much dimmer than before, and covered with cracks, like shattered porcelain being forcibly glued together. But it still managed to hold up and barely kept the souls of the dead outside.

The grayish-white souls crashed into the light shield, making a hissing, corrosive sound. The light shield trembled violently, but did not shatter.

The light from the amulet flickered on the city wall like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Some of the protective beads had dimmed to the point of being almost invisible, while others were still stubbornly shining, but their light was as faint as a last breath.

More than half of the independent cultivators had been killed or wounded, but no one retreated.

They usually haggle over spirit stones, fight over spirit herbs, and argue until their faces turn red over a single spirit herb. But at this moment, they have only one identity—guardians of Burning Bone Pass.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator, having exhausted his spiritual energy, was slapped away by an iron-backed bear, crashing into the city wall, spitting blood, and sliding to the ground.

His back slammed against the bluestone, his spine cracking, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his throat, spraying onto his chest.

His eyes were fixed on the sky, his pupils unfocused, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something.

His companion rushed over, hugged him, and shook his shoulders, but he was no longer responding.

His body had gone limp, as if his bones had been removed.

"Old Li—Old Li—!" The man's cries were almost inaudible on the battlefield, completely drowned out by the roars of monsters, the wails of the dead, and the clash of weapons.

But he kept shouting and shaking until an arrow pierced through a red-eyed wolf that pounced on him. Only then did he suddenly wake up, wipe away his tears, pick up the knife from the ground, and stand up again.