The clash between the forces of the fortress and the demonic army had now been going on for more than half an hour.
The skeletal beasts and cavalry had now been eradicated, leaving only the demonic warriors, archers, mages, and the black silver carriage at the rear.
Nevertheless, Larkson and the others did not dare let their guard down.
After all, the scene of Eldrin's master rank magic being blocked remained vivid in their minds.
At the top of the battlements, the archers and mages attack unceasingly, bombarding the demonic army with various aura arts and magic spells.
In the battlefield, the warriors, swordsmen, spearmen, and other aura users belonging to the assault group engaged with the demonic army in close combat.
Their seamless teamwork, evidence of the generations they had spent fighting with one another, enabled them to overpower their opponents.
So far, none of them had died as warriors who were on the brink of death were immediately covered by the archers.
