On the battlefield, blood and fire intertwined.
The air was filled with battle cries, agonizing screams, the clang of weapons, the thunder of exploding Energy, and the roars of Fierce Beasts...
After the reinforcements arrived, the morale of the Human Race's warriors had indeed been rekindled.
But reality was cruel.
The disparity in numbers, the gap in Low Tier combat strength, was far greater than anyone had imagined—so great that it could nullify all tactics and courage.
BANG!
High above, Li Zhantian slashed his saber, forcing a Monarch Level alien to retreat. His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.
'Dammit!'
A towering rage and frustration surged within Li Zhantian.
He was strong. He could take on three opponents at once, maybe even four!
But in the end, he was only one man. He couldn't be everywhere at once!
He could see, not far away, the elites he had brought from the East State Combat Zone—his brothers, as close as his own limbs—falling one by one.
