Please sit tight
The east gate was in a state of chaos. With the line broken, the Fallen Gods had begun their assault.
A single punch made the spell that glistened overhead pulse with waves of violet light before completely shattering. A powerful blast echoed through the air.
People screamed, their attack in utter disarray against the Fallen Gods piling at the gates. It was only moments yet before their enemies would fully break through.
"Out of the way!" Yuan Xuelan yelled, pulling a fool by the collar out of the trajectory of a Fallen God's swing. He then launched the spear in this hand, aiming for the Fallen God closest to the gate. It pierced its giant palm as the being raised a fist toward the gate.
The monster flinched its gaze toward Xuelan's direction.
The Fallen God was turning its heel. Its speed and reaction were fast, not yet being bled or damaged much. Just what in the world were these fools stationed here even doing?
Apparently not much!