CHAPTER 647: CHAPTER 389: ENTERING ENEMY TERRITORY

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These three groups have now entered enemy territory, surrounded and overwhelmed by humans attacking them from every direction. However, not a single human has managed to hurt these highly skilled beasts.

With a smile, Yan Xiaobao shifted his gaze to the front of the battlefield. He observed most groups battling against the humans and even those spectating the events. The scene pleased him, and with a flap of his wings, he flew near the Saints, approaching the edge of the battlefield to scrutinize the count of fallen beasts.

Looking at the ground, the scattered corpses of some beasts were visible here and there, but compared to the mountains of human bodies piled high, the losses of the beasts were negligible. Blood pooled beneath them, and the stench of death permeated the air. Fully transformed beasts fought tooth and claw. From underground, beasts launched attacks, targeting the humans at the front, while aerial beasts dove downward strategically to evade crossbow cannon fire. They either hurled humans away or flung them down from great heights.

Humans were being slowly but surely pushed back. They stood no chance against this enormous beast tribe. Even the cavalry eventually decided not to continue fighting as before. The only worthy opposition came from these weak humans, who managed to kill only a small fraction of Hui Yu’s forces. The death toll was minuscule, irritably provoking the beasts who had lost members of their hordes. The entire Beast Army grew increasingly furious, as the piles of human corpses continued to grow higher. Looking down, many beasts held human limbs in their mouths, while others shred them apart with their claws.

Flashes of white, silver, and gold flickered continuously across the battlefield, interspersed with the energy of the red fog. Witnessing everyone engaged in battle, Yan Xiaobao felt profound gratitude toward his army, yet he couldn’t help but think that the Spanish Emperor was too coldhearted, sacrificing so many servants just to eliminate a few beasts. With this thought, Yan Xiaobao turned his gaze toward the city walls behind the battlefield. On the walls far above the ground, experts patrolled the tops, gazing down with a variety of expressions. Some displayed worry and sadness for the citizens below, others remained entirely indifferent without showing any remorse. Another group, however, seemed filled with excitement at the slaughter unfolding beneath them. Witnessing this, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but feel deep disgust. Though beasts were inherently selfish, they still had enough respect for one another to offer proper support. They mourned their fallen comrades with decency. In contrast, some of the individuals on the walls were even more savage than the beasts fighting below.

Yan Xiaobao scanned the eyes of the ordinary soldiers before glimpsing at the city walls. Above the gate, a small section of a house came into view. As he stared at the house, a sudden tremor ran through his body. Seeing two black-cloaked men standing outside the door sent a wave of subtle fear through his heart. These experts reminded him of the individuals he had previously encountered in Liluo City, who had caused him significant problems in the past.

"I was weak then! There’s no reason for me to worry about them now," Yan Xiaobao reassured himself, although an uneasiness grew stronger within him. "It’s time to take things seriously. The sooner we win this war, the better," Yan Xiaobao muttered to himself, sweat forming on his forehead as he nervously bit his lower lip. Crusaders were never good news.

Upon noticing the Crusaders, Yan Xiaobao realized he couldn’t allow the war to drag on any further. They were a dangerous human faction, and Yan Xiaobao still knew nothing about their origins. This thought prompted him to fly toward the Saints Team.

"I need your help," he said quietly enough for only the intended listeners to hear the words. All the Saints around him immediately fixed their eyes on him, focusing intently on what he was about to say.

"Those men in black cloaks, the Crusaders—do any of you know who they belong to?" he asked, directing everyone’s attention to the black-cloaked figures. Their faces turned pale as their expressions finally grew grave.

"The Crusaders belong to An Hee," Wan Qiao finally replied. "We don’t know much about them. They’ve never revealed any part of their skin or spoken a single word, nor do they exhibit any human characteristics. Though, I’ve heard people call them ’Silent Death.’ For them to be here, he must have allied with the Siban Empire!" As she spoke, all the Saints felt their hearts tremble with fear, already contemplating ways to retreat. Yet, Yan Xiaobao appeared thoughtful and composed.

"I don’t think he’s here," Yan Xiaobao eventually said, startling the Saints as they stopped and stared at him in disbelief. "What do you mean?" Even Wan Qiao thought An Hee was hiding somewhere, waiting to appear at the right moment to crush them all.

"If he truly wanted to destroy us, he wouldn’t send the Crusaders. He would come here himself," Yan Xiaobao said slowly, voicing the thoughts he had just begun to piece together. "He could deal with all of us single-handedly. If he were really here, do you think he would wait for us to slaughter all the citizens below? I believe he would act quickly and kill us without hesitation. That said, we still need to be cautious. We don’t know how many Crusaders are here or how powerful they might be."

Hearing Yan Xiaobao’s calm assessment, the Saints gradually relaxed. They, too, understood the sense behind Yan Xiaobao’s reasoning. They realized the likelihood of An Hee’s presence was incredibly low. Slowly, each of them regained their previous composure.