Anat had fired the last bullet in his grenade gun.
That bullet pierced through a wolf-shaped monster, formed from the visible white winds, and exploded, shattering its entire upper body, causing the entire form to crumble and dissipate.
After dispatching the last bullet, Anat didn't hesitate to throw the grenade gun aside and drew the combat blade from his waist, charging forward a few steps. With a swift slicing motion, in a matter of seconds, another monster was dismantled by his blade and faded away.
This creature, like the previous one, was made up of the same material, only its form resembled a standing evil cat with three heads.
After that one was eliminated, even more surged forth.
Anat fought tirelessly like this.
And he was not the only one, everyone around him was doing the same.
All those who had entered this underground space, without exception, were fighting here.