In a corner.
The wounded soldiers' camp.
Bai Haitang leaned against the wall, with only one arm remaining, watching Yu Mo and Xu Yuanqing in the distance.
She could not hear what the two were saying.
But after seeing Xu Yuanqing leave, she pushed herself upright with her remaining arm, staggered as she picked up the spear leaning against the wall, and headed in the opposite direction from the other wounded, disappearing from sight.
"Fuck!"
"So many beasts!"
"We can't hold them back."
Zhao Zicheng grunted and knocked a Demon Lord back, retreating several steps himself before barely steadying his footing.
Like a fierce beast, A Tai roared repeatedly as he charged through the horde, his body likewise covered in wounds.
But despairingly, demon beasts continued pouring into Deep Mountain without end.
On the mountain summit.
Xin Yongfeng, who had remained motionless all this time, finally opened his eyes slowly.
"Yu Mo, is this the... opportunity you spoke of?"
Xin Yongfeng gazed into the distance, murmuring to himself.
The next moment, the Divine Staff silently appeared behind him.
Wisps of spiritual energy spread across every stretch of land in Deep Mountain, and the hidden lines beneath his feet began glowing faintly.
"The power of technology..."
"Will it really... work...?"
Xin Yongfeng whispered softly, floating in midair.
By now, only a handful of Reserve Corps soldiers remained. Across the mountains, demon beasts filled the eye.
Only Zhao Zicheng and the others remained amid the horde, like a tiny boat in the ocean that could capsize at any moment.
"Everything Deep Mountain has accumulated over the years..."
"Today..."
"It's time to activate it."
As Xin Yongfeng's words fell, the lines erupted with dazzling light!
Space rifts inexplicably appeared in midair, reaping the lives of demon beasts.
Yet against their vast numbers,