Night slowly fell.
The fighting on both battlefields reached a fever pitch.
Out at sea, the Federation's transport ships blocked the harbor solid.
Over a hundred ships linked together to form an indestructible iron bridge.
Federation soldiers went ashore in waves, engaging the Fourth War Zone in bloody combat.
Hours of fighting had dyed the sea red, and Converted Beasts happily gnawed on the bodies of the fallen in the water.
The Teng Faction led by Old Man Teng and the regular Fourth War Zone soldiers numbered over forty thousand in total. Facing an enemy several times their size, they refused to retreat a single step.
That forty-thousand-strong wall of flesh and blood held firm against the Federation army's assault.
The sight made Qiao's scalp crawl in the War Room.
The Teng Faction's banner was like the Grim Reaper's harvester, leaving Federation corpses strewn wherever it went.
Whenever the Federation was about to break through the defensive line, that force whose morale supposedly never broke would swiftly move forward to plug the gap.
"Does the Teng Faction... really not fear death?" The chief of staff swallowed, secretly thankful that he had not recklessly advanced in pursuit of glory. Otherwise, against the Teng Faction... he might not have made it out unscathed.
"We can't keep fighting like this. Our soldiers lose their fighting spirit the moment they see the Teng Faction's banner."
"Damn it, over a hundred thousand men had their morale broken by the Teng Faction's eight thousand?"
Fear spread through the Federation forces like a plague.
No one wanted to face this force that seemed so crazily eager to die.
The God-Slaying Cannon's attack had erased what had originally been a long landing beach.
In its place was a new, semicircular beachhead.
This created a terrifying situation.
Although the