The savage sounds of battle filled the heavens and earth, battering everyone's ears—and even their nerves.
Not everyone could withstand such a mental assault.
Peggy and the others had experienced quite a few wars and were already accustomed to such scenes, though their expressions remained exceedingly grave.
Judging from what lay before them, this battle would not be easy!
There were simply too many Darkness Breeds. At a glance, there had to be at least a hundred and fifty thousand of them, charging continuously from the distant horizon like a black tide.
Even Martial Artists who had spent years active on battlefields rarely witnessed a scene like this.
At that moment, the Eagle Thirteen Type spacecraft slowly descended. Wang Teng and the others disembarked and entered the Third Frontline Defense Base.
The commander here, General Tatter, was an old acquaintance. Because of the previous mission, General Tatter actually came out personally to welcome Wang Teng upon his arrival.
"Major Wang Teng, I didn't expect you to come as well." General Tatter stood behind the defensive wall, looking at Wang Teng and the others approaching from afar with pleasant surprise.
General Tatter was one of the few who knew that Wang Teng could deal with Demon Eggs.
If he could even handle Demon Eggs, then he naturally had ways to deal with Darkness Breeds.
In his view, Wang Teng's Team alone was enough to match ten Martial Artists Teams of the same level.
"General Tatter!" Wang Teng saluted him. Without wasting words, he asked directly, "How is the situation?"
"Our Martial Artists have been fighting bitterly for nearly an hour. We've killed ten to twenty thousand low-level Darkness Breeds, but as you can see, more low-level Darkness Breeds keep pouring in from behind. The situation doesn't look good." General Tatter shook