Beiyuan Province.
Even though autumn had only just begun over in Jianghai Province, Beiyuan, this northernmost part of Dragon's Country, was already bitterly cold. Some areas were even covered in white snow.
Beyond the cold, the wind sweeping across the land carried an indescribable shadow of death and the oppressive weight of brutal slaughter.
Especially in the far north, beneath the mountain ridges, along the sturdy defensive line formed by countless torrents of steel, pet beasts, and Beast Tamers.
Behind them lay Beiyuan Province of the Dragon Nation. Ahead lay the battlefield!
There was no blood, nor any corpses.
Amid an Undead-type Beast Tide, the so-called ghost tide, even slaughter seemed silent.
Within such a tide, there was no pattern or order.
Perhaps most were mindless, low-level Ordinary Undead-type Ferocious Beasts such as Hopping Zombies and Skeleton Soldiers.
Or perhaps a high-level Undead-type being such as a Skeleton Monarch or Bloody Butcher would emerge from among them.
That was simply the nature of a Beast Tide.
So none of the countless Beast Tamer soldiers resisting on the battlefield could guarantee whether they, or their pet beasts, would be the ones to die in the next second.
Fortunately, after these charges continued through the latter half of the night and into the morning, that seemingly endless tide of beasts slowly receded.
This allowed the countless surviving Beast Tamer soldiers on the battlefield to breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, Master Leng, who sat composed at the very center of the Legion, also exhaled.
The battlefield was enormous, stretching over a hundred kilometers. As the Saint Spirit Tier guardian stationed in Beiyuan, he could not personally intervene on one section of the battlefield.
After all, any Beast Tide might have high-level beasts waiting behind it.
Once he acted, he