The monsters were not particularly intelligent and seemed driven by an urge to slaughter. Once they could no longer see any other villagers, they all swarmed toward Chuan Wenwu, who was still fighting outside. This allowed him to draw the vast majority of the attacking monsters toward himself.
The monster army that appeared with the Wave numbered far more than thousands upon thousands. It blanketed the hills and plains!
The once-vibrant hills and meadows were now occupied by monsters wreathed in pitch-black demonic energy. From a distance, they formed a dark mass with no end in sight.
Even the weakest fly monsters were above level ten, yet they appeared in dense swarms. To the ordinary people of this world who had never made a special effort to grow stronger, nearly every monster in the Wave was a deadly beast they could scarcely hope to fight!
A single charge from the monster horde reduced the once-peaceful Rude Village to ruins. Broken walls and raging flames filled the landscape, while countless dark shapes darted through the firelight, pouncing and searching for the scent of living people. The stone walls built to repel invaders were helpless beneath the monsters' claws, easily toppled into heaps of rubble.
Within the Wave, Rude Village was like a tiny boat on a sea of towering breakers, capsized with ease. Fortunately, few villagers had been killed or injured. Chuan Wenwu and his companions had arrived in time to protect them all as they retreated into the mine cave, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
"Our homes... are gone..."
At the mine entrance, the villagers gazed toward the village, where flames lit up the sky. Grief welled up inside them, and they murmured through choked sobs.
Sorrow spread through the crowd. Every survivor was deeply despondent,