The people on the city wall watched the retreating Star Beasts, their eyes filled with joy and surprise.
Chu Chen shook Father Chu's shoulder to confirm, "Dad, has the beast tide retreated?"
Hearing this, Father Chu snapped out of his immense delight.
"Yes, the beast tide has retreated, we held firm."
Father Chu's voice was loud, clearly showing his extreme excitement at the moment.
His words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, rippling outwards in waves.
"We held firm."
"We won."
"Haha, we don't have to die now."
"I want to go home."
Excited chatter erupted at the top of the city wall, turning the space into a lively marketplace.
Chu Chen gazed curiously at the butterfly hovering in mid-air.
The white butterfly had a wingspan of about ten yards, with wings devoid of any dazzling patterns. Its two jet-black eyes were the size of millstones, and every flap of its wings emitted a pure, holy light.
Judging from the aura it emitted, its realm was at least King Level.
