When the light dimmed and the lingering glow turned blood-red.
All the warriors fighting desperately amid the Beast Tide gradually retreated into the ruined fortress, relying on its few remaining structures as they fought the demonic beasts.
The demonic beasts in the Beast Tide seemed endless. Even someone with a freakish physical body like Chen Lin had arms that were aching and numb from all the chopping, let alone everyone else.
"Boss, we can't do it anymore—we can't hold them back!" Wang Ming shouted breathlessly after pressing his back against a stone wall and hacking off a demonic beast's neck with all his strength.
"Boss, isn't Nanxing Fortress ready yet? We can't hold on!" Li Fei sent a pouncing demonic beast flying with one sweep of his staff. Covering the wound on his chest that would not stop bleeding, he asked weakly.
"Soon, soon! It's almost time to retreat! Hold on a little longer, everyone—it'll be soon!" Zhu Wei kept swinging the iron hammer in his hand. His body, which had rarely sweated since becoming a Martial Grandmaster, was now drenched in sweat. He was clearly nearing the limit of his stamina as well.
"Old Zhu, this can't go on! The brothers are all nearly at their limit!" He Yanjun shouted with tightly furrowed brows, his blade moving faster and faster as he slaughtered every demonic beast lunging at the squad members.
"Old He, I know! But it's not time yet! Everyone is fighting—we can't become deserters!" Zhu Wei roared after glancing at the squads around them, whose numbers were steadily dwindling.
He Yanjun looked toward the warriors from the other squads who were silently marching toward death, bitterness filling his eyes.
At a time like this, everyone wanted to live, but no one wanted to be a deserter.
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