Nanzhi controlled the second batch and then the third batch of drums.
"ROAR!!!"
"Zzzzz!"
The area was soon filled with the suffocating stench of burning flesh. Alien beasts convulsed violently as lightning surged through the water-soaked ground. Smoke rose in thick waves.
The gap in the breached wall was quickly patched up.
Witnessing this scene, the exhausted survivors on the third wall erupted into cheers. Their tired faces lit up with excitement and relief.
Sensing the surge of crystal cores, Little Snowball happily harvested wave after wave, its tiny body darting around energetically.
Time passed.
When they first confronted the tide, it had been 2 a.m.
The first batch had now been fighting continuously for nearly five hours.
At around 6:38 a.m., the first shift was finally ordered to retreat.
