No one knew how many Fierce Half-Ratmen had gathered around Green City at that moment.
In the sky, on the ground, one could no longer see any traces of other beings when sweeping their eyes over the area.
Only these monstrously grotesque Ancient Monsters, with their fearsome claws and fangs, filled the space between heaven and earth.
One after another, densely packed, they resembled a once-in-a-millennium swarm of locusts devouring the earth.
Everything around them faded into darkness at that moment, with light becoming the most luxurious commodity.
On the walls of Green City, many veteran soldiers who saw this cataclysmic scene immediately looked extremely upset.
Some new recruits, just called up, were faring even worse; their legs were trembling, and they could hardly grip their weapons.
The pressure from the Fierce Half-Ratmen, surging like a colossal tidal wave, was overwhelming.
