The collapse of the West Camp soldiers happened faster than expected, as these variously shaped thunder beasts were even more ferocious than imagined.
What made matters more desperate was that the opponent wasn't a living entity. Kill one thunderbird, and two more would fly out from the clouds;
topple one towering giant of the clouds, and another would descend from the heavens. It was an endless cycle, infinite and relentless. Even the most mentally resilient warrior couldn't fight a battle where there wasn't even a glimmer of hope.
If it weren't for the fact that the person controlling the thunder beasts harbored no intent to kill, simply throwing the incapacitated and severely injured soldiers into the thunder rings, the soldiers of the Northern Camp would have suffered more than half casualties by now.
