Forbidden Zone, Frost Shelter.
As the nearly ten thousand people from Apocalypse Shelter and Glory Shelter arrived, they were quickly stunned by the sight before them.
Frost Shelter, which should have been wrapped within the mountains, had not merely lost its mountain cover—the mountains themselves had been blasted away. Personnel from Frost Shelter were everywhere, clearing away corpses strewn across the ground. These bodies belonged to all sorts of races, many of which they had never seen before, carpeting the entirety of Frost Shelter.
"Just how many Zerg did they kill?"
War Mad, the City Lord of Apocalypse Shelter, looked at the corpses covering the ground and could not help drawing a sharp breath. He could hardly believe it was real.
Whether it was Apocalypse Shelter or Glory Shelter, after facing a Zerg army, simply managing to preserve the shelter was already an achievement. As for inflicting any real damage upon the Zerg army, that was basically a pipe dream. Being able to kill a few Blood Condensation Realm Zerg warriors was already quite good.
Yet the Zerg lying on the ground of Frost Shelter numbered at least tens of thousands. Among them, they could see quite a few wearing the armor of captains and battalion commanders.
What retreating the Zerg army? This was plainly a defeat of the Zerg army—and a crushing victory at that.
"Could this be the power of that Obsidian Martial Arts Hall?" The Half-Scale Race elder beside him looked at the Zerg army corpses everywhere and was deeply astonished.
According to the news Frost Shelter had sent previously, it was all thanks to the assistance of a force called Obsidian Martial Arts Hall. The elder knew perfectly well that Frost Shelter was roughly cut from the same cloth as their own shelters. Repelling a Zerg