Nearly a third of the shield warriors died, but even in death they did not forget their mission, bearing unbearable force with their fragile lives.

"Into the city! Take the brothers home!" Yuwen Xin, whose skin was already torn and bleeding, struggled to his feet. He carried one of his brothers, who was already dead, on his back and walked towards the city gate.

He's not a shield warrior, but when it comes to the crucial moment, he'll risk his life for the cause, regardless of whether it's for him or not.

War is the best way to make people grow. Yuwen Xin transformed from the arrogant young master of Camp Nine into the Yuwen Xin who leads from the front. All of this was because he had witnessed the tragedy and could not bear to see it repeat itself.

"Stone, your brothers are taking you home!"

...

One by one, the fallen shield warriors were carried on their backs. The brothers who had been laughing and talking together just a moment ago were now forever silent. Although death was commonplace, their hearts were filled with immense depression at this moment.

They have paid a heavy price to survive, and this is just the beginning. No one knows when this kind of life will end.

There is nothing else to do but carry on with the burden!

However, just when the group thought the beast tide was over, an even more deafening sound of footsteps came from afar.

Yuwen Xin knew that the explosion's radius was limited; even if they used their own bodies as bait, they could only eliminate half of the beast tide, while the other half...

"Hehe!" Yuwen Xin turned to look at the battlefield where the dust had not yet settled.

"Boss Yuwen, the door won't open!"

A terrified scream came from the front, causing a commotion among the hundreds of people in the queue.