The pale light of dawn gradually brightened in the east, a sliver of light tearing through the depths of night.
As the clouds on the horizon gradually turned red, the Tiger Mastiff Dogs and Shadow Cats finally retreated, leaving countless monster corpses behind.
The morning sun rose slowly amid a chorus of cheers.
But the cheering could not drown out the low sounds of people trying to endure their pain, nor the choked sobs of those struggling to hold back their grief over fallen comrades!
Although the area Feng Qingmo was defending had become nine-tenths safer thanks to the support of his flying knives, he could not reach the other positions. He watched as the defensive line at one position was torn open, and the warriors behind it were instantly overwhelmed by the Tiger Mastiff Dogs that broke through...
Though they had ultimately held off the beast tide, tens of thousands of warriors had been killed or wounded in the battle!
Not a single War God had fallen, but quite a few had been injured. Even Li Ping had suffered a serious injury—an Elementary Lord-level Tiger Mastiff Dog had bitten his left arm, shattering the bones. If not for his Combat Suit, he would have lost the arm.
Looking toward the direction the monsters had gone, then at the wounds of the injured warriors and the bodies of the fallen, Feng Qingmo felt a heavy, stifling sadness.
The warm sunlight fell on him, seeming to dispel the gloom in his heart. He let out a long breath, and his gaze grew resolute.
"War Gods, please proceed to the military district's Warrior Supply Base to rest. We'll tally the monsters each of you killed and buy them at ten percent above market price," a combat officer said over the headset.
Feng