At the same time, Han Jun from the City Northeast Polar Wind Alliance, Qian Deli from the North City, Qin Xueming from the Southern City, Zhang Tianfang, and Chen Xiao were all reporting on the command channel that the monster tide had retreated.
The West City container rail platform was piled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood outside the Joint Train camp. The entire mining area showed no trace of white snow, enveloped instead by the smell of smoke and charred bodies.
Thousands of people were gasping frantically, all in disbelief watching the monster tide recede.
"They ran away?"
"Did we drive them off?!"
"We won!!"
"My God, we survived!!"
"So good."
"Incredible..."
Cheers and shouts of joy echoed within the convoy.
On Lin Xian's side, KIKI, Brother Huo, Shu Qin, Chen Sixuan, and others rushed over, gathering with Shi Deyuan from Dragon Mountain No.1, Ning Jing, Uncle Wu of the Joint Fleet, Luo Yang, Li Yi, Shen Yao, and others.
"What's going on?!"
