"Why haven't reinforcements arrived yet?!"
"Why is there no reinforcement!"
"Where are the people from the war zone? Can't they see a single transport ship!"
"Are they going to abandon this city!"
Fighting spirit can be worn down, and panic and fear are spreading continuously.
The brutal reality of deaths and the countless bodies of those sacrificed silently spoke of the cruelty of the battlefield. More and more Spirit Contract Masters and their Contracted Spirits despairingly realized that humanity might truly be unable to defeat the Insect Race.
Yi Fan, enveloped in golden light, slammed his fist to crush the insect race in front of him and reunited with Xia Youwei and Li Lingzhen on the battlefield.
"Is there still no word from the City Guardian officials?"
"The phone can't get through."
"Can't get through? Are you kidding me? When can a communication call not get through!"
