Outside Black Pine Ridge, at the foot of the mountain.
The Force Field Barrier obscured the view inside, but the dull thuds and the violent tremors of the ground, like the beating of war drums, pounded heavily on everyone's hearts.
Zhang Tiezhu stood like an iron tower nailed to the ground, his face covered in blood and sweat, muscles twisted, jaws clenched, and blood seeping from his gums.
His broken arm was crudely splinted with branches and cloth strips.
With each dull rumble from the shock, his burly body trembled slightly.
Behind him, the surviving soldiers of the Fierce Tiger Company stood in silence; no one spoke, only heavy breathing and suppressed, profound anger.
Everyone's eyes were glued to the slightly glowing Force Field Barrier amid the tremors.
As if wanting to pierce through and see the hell inside.
Wei Banmeng and two others stood slightly ahead, their faces equally pale and weary, yet their eyes burned with defiance and determination.
