Each wave was like a raging tsunami, taking over an hour to barely clear the battlefield, with less than two hours to catch their breath before the next wave hit in succession!
The number and quality of the Life Ghosts far exceeded previous records.
Only Jiang Wei's tiny figure, bottomless as always, stood firm on the giant rock at the center of the gorge, her little face expressionless as she sucked on a lollipop.
Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan were long past their limits.
In front of the Fierce Tiger Company's defensive line, bodies piled up like mountains.
Zhang Tiezhu leaned on his Coiled Blade Mountain Opening Saber, like a blood-drenched iron tower, with a broken arm simply fixed with torn cloth strips and branches.
His face, covered in bloodstains, showed no expression, only his bloodshot eyes staring intently at the mutilated corpse of a new recruit ahead.
The recruit's chest was torn apart, entrails spilling out, his face frozen in horror and confusion.
