A moonless, windblown night made for murder.
The Faith World was teeming with killing intent, and the wasteland outside was no different.
A full week had passed since the foreign races had suddenly launched their all-out assault.
During that time, humanity had grown stronger with every battle, barely stabilizing the situation after suffering defeat after defeat at the beginning. However, the eastern defense line had still failed to withstand the enormous pressure.
The foremost, Position One, had now fallen completely into the foreign races' hands.
The hastily activated Position Two had also been mostly overrun, forcing the humans to retreat while fighting.
It was night.
Cursed Tiger, dressed in a loose red robe, personally oversaw the battle and arrived before the last remaining High Wall of Position Two.
It had been proven that Yin Ape's strategy of using humans against humans had achieved tremendous success.
If such a sturdy position had been commanded by the foreign races themselves, they might not have been able to take even half a position in a week, let alone an entire one.
But with humans in command?
All kinds of tactics emerged one after another. Combined with the foreign races' special abilities, they were almost invincible on the battlefield.
At the same time, the first Gods Gambling Duel arranged by Yin Ape and the humans had also played a major role.
Even now, human Su Mo was still unable to move an inch. The publicly released progress had already fallen behind that of human players who had chosen an ordinary opening.
Cursed Tiger stared at the High Wall for a while, then snorted and returned to the foreign-race position surrounded by countless towering foreign races.
It was an inconspicuous tent.
Cursed Tiger raised a hand, lifted the door flap, and walked in.
A huge