With the appearance of ancient mythical beasts, the tide of the battle turned. Just an hour before daybreak, even the most exhausted and injured soldiers rose with hope. The tales from their ancestors were nothing more than folk tales told to children. However, seeing it happen in their lifetime made them finally believe it was real.
"Hold the line!" the generals yelled as soldiers picked up spears and shields, covering for exhausted cultivators.
More cultivators joined the fray, giving the imperial army more room to breathe. The difference between a handful of low-ranking cultivators and top soldiers was already huge. However, the undead were not to be underestimated. As the number of fallen increased, the potency of miasma started to affect soldiers.
"Pull the injured back and give those who can still move the antidote!" scholarly cultivators shouted from the backline.
