It had been a long time since Meng Chao had such a close-up experience. The hearts of so many of his compatriots, who had black hair and black eyes and came from the same homeland as him, were beating at the same powerful rhythm, "Dup dup, dup dup, dup dup, dup dup." Their hearts were beating like war drums.
The long-lost feeling reminded him of that time during the Monster War when he and countless of his comrades had shouted and burned while they waved blades and blanks. At one point, there were just bayonets and empty fists left. Only a pair of iron fists that were riddled with wounds continued to charge toward the monster horde, which blotted out the sky and covered the earth, without hesitation.
The monster horde that was formed by a myriad of ferocious monsters was much more terrifying than the flood before them!
