Inside the shield, the few remaining superhumans were covered in wounds, and the zombies were missing limbs, frantically rushing around in panic within the shield's enclosure...

Lu Nange pulled out a megaphone: "Brother, Wanwan, all fire-type ability users in Yanxin—fireballs! Throw them at me!"

In an instant, all the fire-type ability users in Flameheart raised their hands in unison, and blazing fireballs danced in their palms as they hurled one after another at the cage below.

The fireball struck the inside of the shield, and the explosive flames spread instantly, turning the entire cage into a sea of ​​fire.

Lu Nange waved her hands lightly, and a gust of wind whistled out.

The wind fanned the flames, causing them to surge several times over, with tongues of fire licking everything inside the shield.

A piercing scream came from the sea of ​​fire, but was quickly swallowed up by the roar of the flames...

Flames soared into the sky, turning the night sky blood red and reflecting the resolute faces of every Flameheart warrior.

Grandpa Chi and his elders climbed the high wall. The elders, who had experienced countless storms, couldn't help but hold their breath the moment they saw the scene before them.

Behind them, the spontaneously organized survivors climbed the wall one after another.

Among them were elderly people with full heads of white hair, women holding children, and young people carrying crude weapons...

Everyone was panting, but when they saw the full picture of the battlefield, they all fell into a shocked silence.

Enormous golden and earthen shields were stacked one on top of another in front of the Flameheart Base gate, forming a breathtaking cage of fire.

A raging fire burned wildly within, its flames licking the night sky and casting flickering light on everyone's faces.

The scorching heatwave hit them, yet strangely, it stirred an indescribable excitement in everyone's hearts—the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe, and the pride of protecting their homeland.

"Are we too late?" A girl carrying a bow and arrows lowered her arms dejectedly, her fingers unconsciously stroking the bowstring.

The middle-aged man next to her patted her shoulder, his voice choked with emotion: "No, child, we've come at the right time..."

He looked around at the excited crowd: "We have witnessed a moment of victory!"

"It feels like it's over..." a woman murmured to herself, raising her hand to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes.

The child in her arms curiously peeked out, staring wide-eyed at the distant firelight.

"Does this mean we've won?" someone in the crowd asked in a low voice.

At that moment, on the watchtower in front of the Flameheart Gate, He Zhuo looked at the flames soaring into the sky and turned to look at his companions beside him.

"Yan-ge, Mei-bao, we won, right?"

Lu Nange, holding Lu Beiye's hand, nodded simultaneously with Chi Yanzhou: "Yes, we won!"

Those three words were like a fuse; He Zhuo jumped up and shouted with all his might, "We won!"

He Zhuo's shouts infected the Flameheart ability users beside him.

A superhuman, his voice hoarse, shouted, "We won!"

Then, a second, a third... and more and more people joined in.

At first, there were only sporadic shouts, but they quickly coalesced into a deafening roar.

"We won!"

"We won!"

"Long live Flameheart!"

Cheers echoed like waves throughout the base, one wave higher than the next.

Some people hugged and wept, while others raised their arms and shouted. Even the younger children, though not fully understanding what was happening, joined the adults in their joy.

The cheers mingled with the distant, fading crackling of flames, a triumphant anthem for the victors on this apocalyptic night.