Two more weeks later.
"Hmmm, didn't expect it would come down to this." Gale looked at the sight in front of him, which he could only describe in one word: hell.
Rows and rows of dead bodies consisted of men and beasts. Their blood mixed together, creating a four-inch-high lake that reeked of a musky smell. This smell inundated everyone's nose, and it spread throughout the town too.
Gale was currently leaning his back on a tree while standing on a thick branch. All his eyes could see now was the desperation of soldiers who couldn't keep up with the beasts, which were now at the Golden Core Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm.
Sure, they have Vik and other big guys to handle these, but there were so many numbers that they were not able to spare a free hand on the other side. The frown on everyone's face doubled when they were met with the human cultivators. Unlike the beasts, they had combat senses, which made them more difficult and more deadly.
