"Thank goodness we set up these traps in advance, who knows what would've happened otherwise." Du You cast a spell, turning a Beastman Warrior not far off into chunks, while looking around.
In the end, only a few were left. Each of these half-beastmen was truly a top-notch elite, none of them feared death. Even the last of them was still intent on killing the enemy.
An army like this, though they were the enemy and had many problems, was still deserving of respect.
Once the last half-beastman was killed, many sat down on the ground, panting heavily, while others leaned against trees, completely exhausted. This battle had taken quite a toll.
No matter how much they conserve their long-range weapons, they were eventually all used up. Some even sensed the tide turning and escaped early. Thankfully, everyone had battle experience and most were trained soldiers.
Otherwise, after such a battle, their collapse would have been faster than the half-beastmen's.
