Attacking the city, the power of the physical body is shown for the first time!

Seeing many generals respond, Zhang Xian slowly said,

"This battle is different from the previous two. Our Human Race's Saint-Grade combat power is somewhat lacking compared to the combined forces of the two Foreign Races. Every Saint-Grade is crucial, and currently, neither the Battlefield of the Heavens nor Nanhai Pass can spare anyone."

"Once the battle begins, our three Saint-Grades will hold off the enemy's four Saint-Grades. At that time, all the Martial Emperors present will be the strongest existences on the battlefield, and the heavy responsibility of breaking through the Foreign Race's city walls will fall upon you."

As his voice fell, Zhang Xian looked at the Martial Emperors, awaiting their reply.

In the seven days after the war ended, the Foreign Race side mobilized troops to prepare for the Human Race's offensive, and the Human Race side was not idle either.

All available personnel were mobilized, with generals and soldiers dispatched from places like Demon Suppression Pass, Nanhai Pass, and the Battlefield of the Heavens, where the battle situation was not tense.

Even most of the garrison troops from some cities behind the Western Frontier Battlefield were brought over, with only a portion left for defense and the rest participating in the battle.

Based on this, the Human Race army on the Western Frontier Battlefield received a large replenishment, and its immense power was enough for the Human Race army to contend with the combined forces of the two Foreign Races.

However, Saint-Grade powerhouses were difficult to mobilize. Each one was a crucial existence and could not be moved at will, thus there was a deficiency in this regard.

The Giant Race and the Night Elf Race, like the Beastmen, each had two Saint-Grades. Combined, they had four Saint-Grades: two Peak Saint-Grades and two High-Grade Saint-Grades.

The Human Race's commander, Zhang Xian, was a Peak Saint-Grade, Vice-Commander Wang Long was a High-Grade Saint-Grade, and the Eternal Realm Civilization Master, Void Gazer, was equivalent to a Peak Saint-Grade.

By this calculation, the Human Race was still short one High-Grade Saint-Grade combat power, but Zhang Xian and Void Gazer, with their full power, could hold off that High-Grade Saint-Grade, though they would be unable to provide further support to the lower ranks.

"Commander, there's nothing else to say. This battle is either success or death!"

A rough voice sounded, and many Martial Emperor-level generals followed suit, speaking one after another,

"We have been fighting the Foreign Race here for decades. This time is the most likely opportunity to reclaim the lost territory in one fell swoop. With the opportunity at hand, how can we retreat? Please rest assured, Commander, even if I die, I will drag a Foreign Race Emperor down with me!"

"These beasts massacred our territory back then, treating the Human Race as blood sacrifices for their dining tables. They should have been cut into a thousand pieces long ago. Decades have passed, and we still harbor a burning rage!"

"None of us are cowards who fear death. In this battle, there is only slaughter!"

As they spoke, flames seemed to almost erupt from the eyes of every general, and their Qi began to surge uncontrollably.

Among the many Martial Emperor-level powerhouses present, the older ones were from the same era as Zhang Xian, and the others were not much younger than Zhang Xian, belonging to different generations but living in the same era.

At that time, the Human Race was not yet this powerful, and Blue Star was not yet pacified, the situation was turbulent and extremely chaotic.

During that period, a large number of Foreign Races from the Heavens were still rampaging on Blue Star's land, using the Human Race as blood sacrifices and Cultivation resources.

At that time, many races regarded the Human Race as food, including the Beastmen and the Giant Race. The accumulated resentment between the two sides ran deep.

For decades, if it weren't for the severe situation on the Battlefield of the Heavens, the Great Xia Federation would have long since sent people to exterminate these remaining three major Foreign Races.

As the generals said, they had long harbored a burning rage in their hearts, and now was the opportunity for it to erupt. No one was intimidated by this.

"Good," Zhang Xian said, "If this battle is victorious, our army will celebrate for three days after the war! I will commend every one of you, and those who achieve great merits will have their noble titles raised by one rank!"

Next, everyone gathered around the sandbox to discuss strategic deployment.

Half an hour later, the discussion concluded.

The generals departed, each rallying their soldiers to prepare for battle.

Zhang Xian remained, not rushing to leave the command post.

He stood quietly, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Before the discussion ended, he saw Jiang Qing give him a wink.

With a major battle imminent, Jiang Qing's actions made him somewhat speculate.

Could it be that Jiang Qing had another trump card besides Void Gazer?

Suddenly, a burst of light emerged.

The moment the light dissipated, several figures appeared.

Besides the familiar Jiang Qing and Void Gazer, there were two other powerhouses emitting Saint-Grade fluctuations.

"Two... two Saint-Grades?"

Zhang Xian was stunned.

Now, not only was the gap erased, but the Human Race's combat power far exceeded the Foreign Race Alliance.

The extra Saint-Grade was enough to make the Human Race invincible.

...

About ten minutes later, the Human Race army was fully prepared and ready to go, with millions of troops surging forward.

The Divine Martial Army, riding warhorses and armed with firearms or war bows, would serve as archers in the rear during this war, not participating in close-quarters siege combat.

Jiang Qing stood atop the Crimson Cloud Demon Tiger, his gaze sweeping into the distance.

As they drew closer to the Foreign Race's defensive line, he could already see the hundred-meter city walls built by the Foreign Race.

The city wall was five hundred meters high, cast from solid refined iron, reflecting an obsidian glow under the sunlight.

Giant Race with massive bodies stood atop the city wall, while Night Elves with war bows were fully prepared, ready to unleash deadly arrows upon the Human Race army at any moment.

As the Human Race army approached the city, the great battle erupted fiercely in an instant.

The Saint-Grade powerhouses from both sides transformed into streaks of light and sped towards the sky. The streaks of light collided in an instant, and the terrifying aftermath of the battle instantly tore apart a large section of space.

The Saint-Grade powerhouses from both sides moved away from the ground battlefield during their engagement, reaching heights that even ordinary Martial Emperors found difficult to attain for combat.

With the Saint-Grades absent, the strongest on both sides were the Martial Emperors.

As the aftermath of the Saint-Grade battle gradually subsided, the battle between the Martial Emperor-level powerhouses from both sides began.

"Sky-Splitting Saber!"

"Demon-Slaying Sword!"

A large number of Human Race Martial Emperors took a step and soared into the air, charging directly towards the hundreds of meters high city wall. While treading the Void Realm, they wielded their weapons and unleashed full-power strikes at the city wall.

The attacks of Martial Emperor-level existences were not to be underestimated. If they truly landed on the city wall, it was feared that this massive city wall would collapse in less than ten minutes.

The Foreign Race Emperors immediately met them, engaging in a fierce battle with the many Human Race powerhouses to prevent them from destroying the city wall.

In an instant, all the Emperor-level powerhouses from both sides entered the battle.

Jiang Qing was also among them, and the moment he appeared, he drew the focused attention of five Foreign Race Emperors.

But he was no longer what he used to be. Even facing five Foreign Race Emperors, with his Dragon Elephant Wings, he was not flustered in the slightest.

Bang!

Jiang Qing's ancient flame spear flickered with crimson-green demonic flames, and his Dragon Elephant Wings silently unfurled behind him.

Buzz buzz...

A tearing hum that ripped through space sounded, and Jiang Qing instantly appeared behind a Foreign Race Emperor, swinging his long spear and piercing through its head with a single strike.

"What?!"

The surrounding Foreign Race Emperors who had encircled him were greatly alarmed.

They hadn't even perceived Jiang Qing's speed; in just an instant, that low-grade Emperor had been slain.

What kind of terrifying speed was this?

While they were still in shock, Jiang Qing, enveloped by his Dragon Elephant Wings, had already launched an assault towards them, unleashing his combat power to its fullest, making it difficult for the several Foreign Race Martial Emperors to resist.