This was destined to be a merciless bloodbath.
Masses of undead creatures gathered as an endless tide of death battered the city walls. What was being consumed was not only the Courtyard's strategic reserves, but also the guards' energy and stamina.
"Seventy-two hours have passed. Begin the Tenth Wave Shift."
The warriors had long since reached their limits. Whether it was supernatural abilities or physical stamina, being able to fight continuously for ten hours already made one superhuman. The "overheating" of supernatural abilities actually shortened mortals' effective combat time.
Those who were kept on the front lines without rotation were basically consumables and cannon fodder. True elite warriors, on the other hand, needed stable logistical support and rotating shifts.
"Those resting, rest. Those on duty, stay on duty. Do not create chaos."
The frontline warriors rotated once more. Most of those coming up this time were Orc warriors from a certain region. Over a million Orc elites had already become the Stabilizing Force of the battlefield.
Their average strength was outstanding, and they were often battle-hardened and fearless of death. Many Orcs who had emerged from Evolution Land had the potential to become Heroic Spirit Warriors.
Other than them, the Phosphorus People from the Development Zone had performed second best.
They had naturally been drawn into this turmoil as well. From the moment the Ancient City was attacked, everyone had been destined to board the same ship. Or perhaps even earlier—when the special zone had been designated, Lu PingAn had been destined to become its Uncrowned King.
The Phosphorus People had lived through the apocalypse. More than anyone, they cherished their good lives. After the window into the supernatural world had been opened, they had also become among the greatest beneficiaries. Lu PingAn was genuinely resolving conflicts within the races,