It was as if a sky full of dark clouds had suddenly cleared away, and Gao Yuan felt a brightening before his eyes.
The brightness came from the bats that had been swarming around Gao Yuan becoming fewer. When he slashed with his knife and crushed with his mace, clearing out the remaining bats in just a few strikes, he found his feet buried in a pile of bat corpses.
The ground was covered with dead bats, densely packed to form a thick layer, impossible to count. If he had to make a rough guess, there were at least a thousand of them.
Had it finally ended? A loud gunshot pulled the highly focused Gao Yuan back to reality.
Looking down, Gao Yuan saw the bodies of seven Lizard Monsters, with the closest less than three meters away from him and the farthest at a distance of thirty meters.
How had this fierce battle with the monsters started, and how had it ended?
Even though it had just happened, Gao Yuan had no recollection of it; his brain seemed to have lost its ability to think.
