The white miasma spread further and further.
People jumped for joy, cheering, for the tyrant tiger beetle army was already showing signs of collapse. After countless days and nights, humanity had finally trampled these alien insects underfoot…
But the miasma from the wormhole was diffusing, enveloping all the valleys in front of the fortress, indicating that the battle might just be beginning.
Within the thick white fog, others could not glimpse the scene inside, but Wu Hen had already sensed an even more terrifying presence. The aura emitted by them resembled demon gods who had walked out of purgatory; their collective might, condensed into phantoms, cast a gloomy veil over the glorious summer sun.
However, this was imperceptible to others, and Wu Hen did not wish to pour cold water on people who had just achieved a minor victory. He maintained high vigilance, ready for the fierce battle that awaited.
