The battle raged on. Players were dying at a terrifying rate, but the number of Demon Beasts was steadily falling too. Though the players' death rate far outstripped that of the Demon Beasts, their numbers were also beyond anything the beasts could match. The fourth calamity was no joke. Besides, most of the remaining players were from Jinling City, so even if they died, they could quickly return to the battlefield.
Another hour or so soon passed. When no new Demon Beasts appeared, the players finally saw a glimmer of hope. As long as reinforcements stopped coming, even the ferocious beasts still on the field would eventually be worn down.
Time slowly passed, and the Demon Beasts grew fewer and fewer. The double experience from these level 35-40 beasts sent the participating players' levels soaring. Of course, quite a few players had died several times and actually lost levels. This event had thoroughly widened the level gap between players. Almost everyone in the top thousand on the kill leaderboard had gained three levels, while the top ten had gained at least four.
Gradually, the Batwing Demons in the sky were finally all but cleared out, though plenty of Rending Tiger Demons remained on the ground. These demons made many high-damage classes afraid to attack recklessly, which meant they were dying extremely slowly. Still, however slow it was, at this rate they would be wiped out sooner or later.
Just then, someone shouted in the general channel.
"Help! Help! The north gate has been breached! We need reinforcements!"
All kinds of pleas for help flooded the general channel.
"What happened? How could it suddenly be breached at this point?" Everyone was baffled. Hadn't they already weathered the hardest part? Why had the gate suddenly fallen when the battle was almost over?