The surface of the tracks was clean and cold, without any debris.
Behind it, the Red Tide Knights began to advance.
Their speed was not fast, yet they maintained a steady rhythm.
Scattered remnants of the Thorn Knights were still twitching; some were being dragged by roots trying to get up, while others attempted to support their bodies with broken weapons.
The Red Tide Knights did not stop; the longsword pressed down, directly piercing into the side of the neck and joint gaps.
Soon, the twitching on the ground came to a stop one after another.
After the Thorn Knights' figures disappeared one by one, the battlefield did not immediately quiet down.
In front of the town entrance, the defensive line formed by intertwining roots, bones, and soil was still active.
The living thorn wall stood at the road's end, almost as high as the city wall.
Dark red and black-brown stems layered upon one another, continuously fluctuating on the surface.
