With Johnnie joining the fray, they easily held off the Beast Wave.
Soon, the second wave of the Beast attack was completely wiped out.
Everyone got a brief moment to rest.
"Hurry up, clean up the battlefield and rebuild the defenses!" Dylan gave the order immediately, and the soldiers sprang into action.
By now, night had fallen, and the direction of the mountains and forest was shrouded in darkness, making the atmosphere heavy and stifling.
"Johnnie." Dylan looked at the Nether Blood Wolf that Johnnie was still attacking relentlessly, his expression grave as he asked, "This was only the second Beast Wave. There are at least two more to come. Can we hold them off?"
"We should be fine." Johnnie wasn't completely sure. What worried him wasn't the Beast Wave, but the gods.
Building a country meant huge consequences. There was no way the gods would allow new nations to rise on Universe Continent—they would definitely intervene.
