The human side was equally clear about the situation.

Liu Zhenshan and Ali Khan were calm and composed, their scimitar and greatsword coordinating seamlessly.

They were waiting for the six reinforcements from Russia.

As long as those six figures appeared on the horizon, it would be the moment for the final battle.

Both sides had their own agendas and neither exerted their full strength; for a moment, they were at a stalemate, unable to do anything to each other.

But the battle on the city walls was even more tragic and brutal than the previous two days.

At noon, the durability of the purple West Gate finally dropped to zero under the continuous battering of the rams.

The city gate collapsed with a crash, dust filling the air as the Orc Army cheered and surged into the barbican, only to be battered from all sides by attacks.

Today, the Orcs had learned to be smart; they weren't in a hurry to rush the inner gate, but instead used scaling ladders to climb the walls on both sides of the barbican to attack the defenders from above.

On the walls, the casualty numbers of the defenders were climbing rapidly.

By 1 PM, the County Soldiers were almost wiped out, and the Level 10 Awakened had basically all been on the walls, some having gone up two or three times already.

The open space inside the walls was filled with County Soldiers and Awakened who had rotated out to recover their health.

They clutched bottles of healing potions, drinking them one after another.

Golden Sore Ointment was too slow now; it took several hours to take effect after being applied, and they couldn't afford to wait on the battlefield.

Though healing potions were expensive, they could restore health within ten minutes, allowing people to return to the walls as quickly as possible.

One bottle of healing potion cost one Gray energy crystal; one Gray Crystal was enough for an ordinary family on Blue Star to live for a month.

But no one cared about that now; defending the city walls was the most important thing.

A second promotion Tieba Kingdom Awakened stood on a high platform inside the walls, looking down at the dense crowd below.

Most of these people wore simple leather armor, and some didn't even have that, wearing only cloth clothes.

They held various weapons: scimitars, longswords, spears, daggers, and even wooden sticks.

Their levels ranged from three to nine, and most were Awakened recruited from all over the Tieba Kingdom in the past few days.

There were also over five thousand Adventurers who had arrived less than three days ago, Level 5, with white-grade equipment and weapons.

The second promotion Awakened's voice was hoarse, but every word hammered into everyone's ears: "The walls are about to fall, we can only rely on you now."

He paused and continued: "Divide into five batches, each with ten thousand Awakened and one thousand Adventurers.

Once you're up there, kill if you can. If you can't, grab an Orc and jump down. It's forty meters; even an Orc will lose half their health from the fall."

No one spoke; the line began to move, and no one backed down.

At 2 PM, the third batch of reserves rushed onto the city walls.

Jim was in the third batch; wearing white leather armor and clutching his white-quality dagger, he ran up the stairs from the inside of the wall with the crowd.

There was blood everywhere on the steps; he slipped when he stepped on it, nearly falling.

A stranger next to him gave him a hand; he nodded and continued running up.

The moment he stepped onto the wall, he froze.

The walls were covered in corpses—defenders and Orcs mixed together, indistinguishable from one another.

More than half of the battlements were missing, revealing the sky outside.

The piles of logs and stones were empty, and the boiling oil vats were overturned on the ground, the oil long cold and solidified into a dark, gooey mess.

The air was thick with the smell of blood, so strong it made one want to vomit.

None of those who rushed up in the first two batches had retreated.

Their bodies lay at the base of the wall, piled high with Orc corpses like a small mountain.

Jim's heart was racing, and his hands were shaking.

But when he saw an Orc Infantry climbing up from a scaling ladder...

A green head popped up from outside the battlement, tusks protruding and eyes filled with murderous intent; his hands suddenly stopped shaking.

He gripped his dagger and was about to rush forward when suddenly, a massive translucent whirlwind exploded in the air—Great Air-Wave Diffusion!

An airwave with a fifty-meter radius swept down from high above; the scaling ladder shook violently from the blast, and the Orc Infantry on the ladder fell screaming, their bones shattered upon hitting the ground.

The airwave swept over Jim, blowing him away; his back slammed into a battlement, -30.

He scrambled up and rubbed his back; he was fine, the airwave didn't cause damage, it only blew things away.

He looked up at the sky; those powerful experts were still in a fierce battle.

Then he heard a [N O V E L I G H T] horn—not an Orc horn, but another sound, deeper and more lingering.

He turned to look toward the west.

Behind the Orc Army, six white lines flew in from the horizon at an astonishing speed, heading straight for the area where the aerial experts were fighting.

Trailing behind the white lines were streams of white airflow, like six sharp blades slicing through the sky—it was the reinforcements from Russia, six Level 39 experts!

The defenders on the wall didn't know what was happening yet, but both sides fighting in the air felt the approach of those six auras.

The War Lord whipped his head around, his crimson eyes lingering on the direction of the white lines for a moment, then he swung his battle-axe and let out a roar.

But it was too late.

The snowy mountain collapsed—no, not a collapse, an avalanche.

The snowy mountain to the north of Kara Holy City, which was embedded into the city walls, suddenly saw the snow on its peak begin to slide.

It wasn't scattered chunks of snow, but entire layers peeling away from the summit, pouring down with thunderous momentum.

White waves of snow surged down from the mountainside, growing larger and faster as they rolled, like a white waterfall hanging from the sky.

The direction of the avalanche wasn't toward the walls; it bypassed the western side of the wall and rushed along the foot of the mountain straight toward the Orc Army outside the West Gate.

It was as if some force was controlling the flow of the snow, making it precisely avoid the defenders and only submerge the Orcs.

A wonder ultimate move, once every ten years—【Wrath of the Snowy Mountain】, it would not cause friendly fire.

The avalanche was too fast; the Orc Army had no time to dodge at all.

The white waves of snow submerged the rear of the Army Formation, the center, and the front.

The Mammoth War Elephants were pushed over by the snow waves, their massive bodies rolling in the snow.

Orc Infantry, Archers, and Direwolf Cavalry were swallowed by the snow waves in swathes.

The avalanche piled a layer of snow up to thirty-five meters high on top of the army.

The Orcs submerged in snow took 20 points of frost damage per second for thirty seconds, dealing up to six hundred points of damage.

Six hundred points of damage wasn't enough to kill them, but the frostbite, slowing effect, and suffocation made their struggle to get out of the snowdrifts much slower.

On the wall, a Delhi Sultanate Elite Infantry was the first to react from the shock.

He drew his scimitar and jumped off the wall.