With the sound of the bell and drum, the residents of the town gathered together.
Their faces were filled with confusion and their bodies were injured. They had long been exhausted from the repeated battles.
From the discovery of the monsters until now, they had experienced dozens of waves of battle, and they had suffered a lot of casualties.
Fortunately, the children had been transferred, allowing the protectors to heave a sigh of relief.
Children were hope. As long as they were safe, it didn't matter how hard and tiring it was.
The survivors had to hold on until the harvest was over before they were qualified to move to the safety zone in the rear.
Before they could successfully harvest, even if everyone died, they must not take a step back.
These mortals were only made of flesh and blood. If it were not for the cultivators, they would have already collapsed and fled.
