"Captain Miao!"
As a massive bull-like beast fell, the graceful figure wielding a scythe amid the Beast Tide faltered slightly, then staggered backward.
Hong Ying cried out and rushed forward, steadily catching Miao Su's body. The skin beneath her fingertips was already gradually turning cold.
"Captain Miao!" Hong Ying gently shook Miao Su's body, her eyes already red.
"Hong Ying... don't worry about me." Miao Su's face began to pale. A faint smile rested on her lips as she softly said, "My mission... is complete. From here on, you'll have to hold the line."
The long scythe in Miao Su's hand crashed heavily onto the ground, its blade stained crimson with the blood of countless colossal beasts.
Miao Su's eyes slowly closed, yet the smile on her lips never faded. Her breathing gradually ceased, and she lay still as though she had simply fallen asleep.
The roars of colossal beasts erupted one after another around them. Watching this scene, Hong Ying did not even have time to feel grief before she supported herself and slowly rose from the ground.
Tears slid down her cheeks as the tassel on her spear ignited with blazing flames.
"Hong Ying..." Wen Qimo walked to her side. Looking at the silent figure on the ground, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to offer some comfort, but did not know what to say.
Hong Ying wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, bit her lip, and took a deep breath.
"I know. This is a battlefield. Now isn't the time to grieve..."
"More colossal beasts are coming." Molly's hand gripping her broadsword trembled slightly. She stared at the endless tide of frenzied beasts in the distance and spoke hoarsely. "Captain Miao is gone too... How are we supposed to defend this