It wasn't that Meng Shuanglin and his people were losing their nerve. The problem was that two successive groups of evil creatures had inexplicably left their posts. The timing was especially suspicious, coming right as the battle began. Those two groups were crucial to the fight; it was no exaggeration to say that without them, the outcome would be even less certain.
The Bouncing Monsters' mobility and attack style, the Ghostly Monsters' unpredictable movements, and the Sluggish Divine Light, which could restrict an opponent's speed, were all extremely difficult weapons to defend against.
No wonder Meng Shuanglin was anxious when two such forces withdrew from the battle.
In truth, his whole group was in a panic.
Meng Shuanglin left two subordinates in charge of directing the evil-creature army at the front, then took a large force to investigate the situation behind the lines.
As a result, their already feeble offensive became even more scattered without so many people directing it.
The evil creatures had little fighting spirit to begin with. Without their controllers' orders and prodding, they grew even more listless. They could hardly be said to have any morale at all.
Even the survivors on the defensive line at New Moon Bay Base found the situation baffling.
The enemy's evil creatures were piled everywhere. So why did it look as if they were out on a leisurely stroll?
Where was the promised tide-like assault? Where was the promised desperate battle?
The evil creatures looked as lifeless as workers slacking off on the job. They couldn't muster any energy—not even enough to pretend to work.
The survivors at New Moon Bay Base even began to wonder if the enemy was brewing some grand scheme.
Could the other side be one of those master strategists setting up some elaborate game?
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