Because of last night's large-scale night raid, the Tianyang Regiment's formidable combat strength had created an extremely bizarre situation between the Alliance Army and the mutants during the day.
Everyone in the Alliance Army had gathered on the main road, resting in shifts or standing watch. They went about their business openly on the flat ground, turning a blind eye to the mutant corpses and mangled remains strewn all the way from their advance.
Not far across from them, less than a kilometer away, huge numbers of mutants hid in the sunless darkness, packed onto the roads between the buildings as they watched this side in utter terror.
They did not dare come out, did not dare attack, and certainly did not dare launch a surprise assault on the Alliance Army soldiers who were eating. Even though the Alliance Army's New Humans were clearly not in a fighting state, they still occasionally cast threatening glances in this direction, frightening the low-level mutants into desperately retreating farther back.
"Cowards!" Jin Yangbiao snorted.
"We can begin tonight." Wen Qisheng surveyed the road ahead. If they advanced a little farther, they could gradually shift the direction of the troops under cover of darkness.
"It's taking forever to get dark." Shangguan Rong looked up at the sky, somewhat anxious.
A group of Ghost Species quickly left the chaotic battlefield. The west was already filled with blood pools, leaving no path through, so they had to make a wide detour around the area before getting out.
The Ghost Species moved swiftly. The moment each of them left the city and entered the outside world, it was as though they had been released. The tendrils on their bodies continuously burst out from beneath their clothes, writhing wantonly in midair and destroying surrounding plants and buildings as