Chu Han's correct judgment immediately brought the battle to its climax. The deaths of the zombie-like creatures directly allowed the five-thousand-strong allied army to advance steadily. The gear formation was no longer needed, and the battlefield returned to an offensive formation.
The suddenly chaotic zombie horde had lost its leader and could only be slaughtered.
The front line soon continued pushing forward. Especially after the Feather Slayer Squad had rested, they directly led the main force in a fierce assault. In just half a day, they pushed several hundred meters down the road. With barely any zombies left to kill, casualties among the allied army did not increase after the gear formation.
During this time, Chu Han rested in the rear camp. Days of tracking without sleep, followed by his battle against the zombie-like creatures, had left him utterly exhausted and seriously wounded.
His wounds could not heal easily. Even after an entire afternoon, they still oozed blood from time to time, while his severe internal injuries could not recover anytime soon.
This battle had forced Chu Han to give his all, so once it ended, he directly fell unconscious and lost all awareness.
Who knew how long had passed...
"Is he awake?" Duan Jiangwei's voice came from outside the tent, making the sleeping Chu Han abruptly open his eyes.
"Come in." Chu Han sat up and spoke while clutching his chest.
The tent flap was pulled open, and Duan Jiangwei entered carrying a chill with him. The sight outside made Chu Han freeze.
"It snowed?" he cried in astonishment.
Outside lay a vast expanse of white snow. There was no trace of Black Rain, and the cold wind howled fiercely. It did not look like they were in Yin City at all.
Duan Jiangwei smiled, shook the drifting snow