The crowd cheered, overjoyed.
It was as if the war was already won.
But they were celebrating too soon. The deaths of two large mutant beasts sent the other three into a frenzy.
They let out furious roars, the sound shaking the heavens as if it could shatter the sky itself.
Those roars extinguished their joy in an instant. Watching the three colossal mutant beasts slowly advance, they were overcome with despair.
Killing just those two large mutant beasts had been difficult enough, and now three more were waiting for them.
"Hahaha, they really know how to keep things interesting," Shi Feng quipped.
But his face was already etched with fatigue. Anyone would be exhausted after fighting for so long.
It wasn't just him; everyone on the battlefield wore an expression of exhaustion.
Some, their spiritual power already depleted, simply closed their eyes upon seeing the beasts, silently awaiting death's arrival.
Accepting death, accepting defeat, accepting any outcome.
