The terrifying roar, the chilling chewing sound, and waves of foul winds carried a nauseating bloody stench. Too much blood and torn flesh scattered all over the place, turning the once dry ground into a sticky, disgusting mess. Every step sank deep into the blood and flesh, not onto solid ground. The red mire composed of flesh and blood was a full three inches thick, and this thickness was steadily increasing.
Babu and six others stood back to back, their tree spears constantly in motion, keeping the advancing beasts at bay. Yet the stamina of the seven was ultimately limited, while the attacking beasts were relentless and endless. Despite their seamless cooperation, the seven found it difficult to withstand the continuous onslaught of beasts. Moreover, the seven were no longer the pristine individuals who once descended from the city walls.
