Before the two sides could truly engage in battle, many soldiers had already died.

Forbidden spell, Eternal Sunday, behind the blood army, a magical legion led by its commander, unleashed a terrifying Forbidden Spell, causing a second sun to appear in the sky.

The blazing sun emitted intense light and the surrounding air rapidly heated up, transforming the damp, cold air altered by the sea tribes into a scorching heat.

The sea tribes had an advantage in the ocean with powerful strength to suppress most of their peers, but conversely, their combat power would be weakened on land.

They had previously occupied the city more by momentum, taking advantage of the aftermath of a tsunami.

Now that the tide had receded, even if they could use rain magic to summon water, it would only maintain normal combat strength.

And even that would be somewhat weakened.

Under the interference of the light and fire mixed forbidden spell, even the sea tribe warriors who had reached the sixth tier of the extraordinary felt a wave of heat, making them uncomfortable all over.

Damn it, the Naga general snorted coldly, somewhat irritated, and quickly mobilized the power of the legion.

In an instant, countless ice blue giant spears shot toward the massive fireball in the sky.

Puff, puff, puff.

The spears pierced into the fireball as if ice cubes were thrown into magma, producing bursts of steam with no effect at all.

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, the Naga Commander s expression darkened and he sneered.

Since we can't destroy it, then let's all endure it together.

He quickly changed his strategy and stopped attacking the blazing sun, instead altering the surrounding environment.

Soon, dark clouds gather above the city, and heavy rain began to pour down with a blazing sun shining on one side and dark clouds looming on the other.

The strange weather made the entire battlefield somewhat extreme.

The alternating cold and heat made the air sticky as if one were in a sauna, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The newly recruited blood slave legion, due to their lack of strength, had started to feel dizzy.

Seeing that the celestial phenomena had little effect, the blood army did not hesitate and immediately launched the siege.

Countless blood soldiers soared into the air, leaping toward the city walls.

"Kill!" The Naga warriors thrust their spears, instantly impaling the incoming blood soldiers.

"Get lost!" The blood soldiers roared, swinging their long knives downwards, cleaving the fishmen warriors in front of them in half and then sweeping their knives horizontally, causing two bloods slave soldiers to fall instantly.

Rise with a light command from the blood race commander.

The crimson power surged beneath his feet, flowing toward the city, climbing up the city walls, and then solidifying into a ramp with an angle of about 30° leading directly to the city wall.

Charge.

Chapter 225.

The fierce Naga kill.

Fight for the ancestor God.

The Seclan warriors were incredibly brave.

Standing on the city walls, forming a tight square formation, raising their shields like an iron wall in front of the Bloodclan army.

Bang, bang, bang.

The long knives swung, sparks flying.

The Bloodclan warriors showed shock while the SeaClan warriors grinned grimly.

Spear after spear, glinting coldly, struck forward, instantly piercing the necks of the front row Bloodclan warriors.

The overwhelming power making it impossible for the BloodClan warriors to resist.

Moreover, both sides were almost face to face now, and there was no retreat.

Even if they wanted to retreat, they couldn't.

The only options were charge forward or fall down.

There was no third possibility.

When the soldiers charged, they could only move forward.

Die for me.

A bloodclan warrior cleaved through the sea clan warrior in front of him.

But before he could feel pleased, another spear came at him, instantly shattering his head.

The massive Naga warriors, clad in heavy armor and wielding thousand lb meteorite spears, stood out on the battlefield like heavy tanks, unstoppable, with no one able to block them.

As the spear swept across, red and black fighting spirit surged out, and any bloodclan warrior hit, whether blocking or bracing, was reduced to meat chunks.

As a relatively perfect species, the Naga already possessed considerable ground combat power.

And after several rounds of bloodline transformation, the current Naga warriors were even more terrifyingly powerful.

If there was a flaw, it might be the low population of their race.

The more powerful a race, the poorer their reproductive capacity.

Compared to ordinary Naga, those with dark bloodlines had an absurdly low reproductive ability.

As a result, even within the Naga kingdom, Naga warriors could only be used as elites and could not be normalized.

A typical army of a Naga kingdom would usually have no more than 20 Naga warriors.

The army currently defending the city was no exception with fewer than 20,000.

Yet, it was these fewer than 20,000 Naga warriors that served as massive support pillars, connecting with other SeaClan warriors to form an indestructible wall blocking all Bloodclan warriors.

Looking at the tall Naga warriors standing in front of them, many Bloodclan warriors turned pale.

The SeaClan warriors were too ferocious for the Empire.

Brave Bloodclan warriors charged.

The Bloodclan leader urged the warriors behind him to charge again, promising great rewards.

Those who kill Naga warriors would be rewarded with marquee blood, and those who kill high-ranking warriors would be rewarded with Duke blood kill for the Empire.

Upon hearing this, the Bloodclan warriors behind him turned bloodshot, becoming even more frenzied.

As elite warriors of the blood empire, they were not lowly blood clan.

But if asked about their bloodline strength, it was not particularly strong, merely between Viscount and Earl.

With such bloodline strength, without other opportunities, reaching extraordinary sixth rank was the limit.

If they wanted to break through further, they could only enhance their bloodline strength.

However, the problem was that very few high-ranking blood clan would trade their essence blood.

Essence blood held far greater significance for blood clan than for other races.

It could be called the foundation of life without exaggeration.

With an opportunity to obtain high-ranking essence blood, how could these blood warriors who had already reached their bloodline limits not go mad? The blood empire had many blood clans.

But only those who understood the inner workings knew that high-ranking blood clans, that is clans below the marquee rank, could hardly be considered clans.

The ranks of Earl, Viscount, and Noble had become very common in the blood empire today, lacking any uniqueness.

This was one of the effects brought about by the increase in the world's spiritual energy concentration.

Therefore, in the current blood empire, to gain special treatment and become someone of importance, one had to become a marquee.

Taking a step back meant working for someone, while taking a step forward meant becoming the boss.

A singlestep difference in rank resulted in vastly different treatment under the temptation of crossing classes.

The BloodClan warriors displayed a fierce determination to fight to the death, even holding their ground against the fierce attacks of the Naga warriors.

Both sides continuously had warriors falling, but new warriors quickly filled in.

Rivers of blood flowed.

The Blood Clan, who fed on blood, felt the rich scent of blood around them, and their blood red eyes nearly went wild.

However, the Naga commander, who had learned about the Blood Clan's habits beforehand, was not a fool.

Whenever the blood content around reached a certain level, he would use special secret techniques to clear away some of the blood on the battlefield.

After days of fierce battle, the situation on both sides had reached a stalemate.

I want to see how long you can hold out.

The BloodClan commander coldly laughed as he looked at the dry land.

Even though his side's casualties were higher and they had yet to break through, the Blood Clan commander remained unperturbed because he knew victory would ultimately belong to him.

This was not a boastful declaration, but a predetermined future.

As stated before, the land was ultimately their territory.

The Sea Clan could temporarily reverse the surrounding environment's influence on them with momentary bravery and powerful magic.

But over time, they would definitely not be able to hold out.

Under the continuous fierce attacks of the BloodClan army, this time would only shorten, not lengthen.

This could be seen from the battlefield performance.

At the beginning of the battle, the SeaClan warriors, led by the Naga, completely suppressed the Bloodclan army.

But now, their battlefield had shifted to the city walls.

After several days of fighting, all BloodClan warriors could clearly feel that the opposing SeaClan warriors were in increasingly worse condition, their combat power weakening more and more.

After two more days, sensing that the time was ripe, the Bloodclan commander no longer hesitated and immediately launched a full-scale attack.

Today, the city would fall.

Kill, break the city, break the city for the Empire.

The Crimson Ramps reappeared as well-rested BloodClan regiments launched a fierce assault on the SeaClan warriors defenses once again.

This time, the Bloodclan army was even more determined, heading straight for the city breach.

After a day of fierce fighting, the Seacclan warriors defenses were finally broken through.