Once the mid-rank magic beasts appeared, these adventurer teams would withdraw, because the battle that followed was beyond them.
The appearance of mid-rank magic beasts meant the high-rank magic beasts were not far behind. Wave after wave of mid-rank magic beasts would attack Monte City like a surging tide under their guidance. The vast plain outside Monte City was the battlefield. Over the years, countless magic beasts and adventurers had been buried there, their blood soaking the earth again and again until even the grass grew dark red.
The City Lord's Guard, the City Defense Army, and forces organized by the Adventurers' Guild would handle the mid-rank magic beasts and the low-rank magic beasts that relied on sheer numbers. The Mercenary Corps, High-Rank Martial Masters, and Grand Mages would target the high-rank magic beasts lurking behind them.
This battle, like a clash between two armies, took place once every three years.
Ye Chuqi had wondered about something similar a long time ago: once the experts struck, what was left for all the small fry to do? An expert on Bai Fenghua's level, for instance, could blast a whole stretch of the plain outside Monte City into craters with a single move.
Only later had she learned that there were rules of engagement.
In this kind of confrontation, opponents of comparable strength had to pair off and fight, rather than simply crushing the enemy with superior power. Otherwise, the other side could send out an even more terrifying being to wipe out Monte City in one strike, and that would be the end of the game.
Someone like Bai Fenghua mainly stayed in the rear, holding any high-rank magic beasts—or even demon beasts—that might appear in check.
If a demon beast really was drawn to Monte City, that would be a