Yong Xiaobo's mentality almost collapsed upon seeing his soldiers dying one by one. Coupled with the despair cries, he felt that he had to make a decision right now.
Every single breath of this vicious battle between the humans and these mad profound beasts was incomparably violent and terrible. This snow region that had remained white for countless years had long ago been completely soaked in scarlet blood and the icy-cold wind carried along a stench of blood that was so acrid that it made one feel nauseous.
Even though they were laying down their lives in this struggle, the only thing they had bought with this bitter price was death and doom that inched ever closer to them. The final barrier was also shuddering as it teetered on the verge of collapse.
Once all the barriers had been shattered, this enormous tide of profound beasts would surge into this city, and one could well imagine what scenes would unravel within it.
