The battle ended quickly.
When the first batch of Mutants began desperately breaking through under orders, fleeing at all costs, their deafening cheers almost seemed to reach the heavens.
Yet compared to the warriors' cheers and excited embraces, neither Tyre and the others who had rushed over nor Gao Tian showed any joy of victory.
They had no idea what would come next.
Although it seemed that the Mutants had already lost.
Four High Third Order, two peaks, and a hundred Third Order, not to mention the military forces intercepted outside the defensive line.
To be honest, looking back, if they had known before the battle that their enemies possessed such terrifying strength, perhaps not a single one of them would have had the confidence to win.
But after dragging it out to the end, they had actually won.
This terrifying force was already enough to crush most countries. By normal logic, it should have been everything a faction could bring to bear. But An JingTian and the others, who knew the inside story, understood that the Mutants might not be limited to these.
"What exactly are these monsters!?"
"Where is Lord Lin An!? Is he really not going to act!?"
Covered in blood, Tyre looked at the fleeing Mutants with lingering fear. Only now did he have time to think.
They were too terrifying, and too bizarre.
Each of these monsters seemed to have taken over a human body. Once they truly began fighting, it usually took three or four people of the same order to suppress one of them! Their uniform fighting style and complete disregard for casualties had inflicted considerable losses on the Soviet Russia Third Order in an instant.
Third Order battles were much faster than Second Order battles, and far more brutal and fierce.
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