The battle between the Darkmoon Tribe and the remaining undead demon army raged on, but the Darkmoon Tribe was not as desperate as they were before.
There were no more enemies with battle strength comparable to Greater Demons within the enemy's ranks. As such, they were all easy pickings for the 8 Battle Masters.
Even so, 8 Battle Masters were not enough to cover the entire battlefield.
Many warriors were still required to put in the efforts to fend off the enemy attacks and stop them from breaking into the city to slaughter their helpless children and elderlies.
Casualties were ensured.
With each brave soul laying down their lives to protect their home and family, the surviving warriors fought more fiercely.
While Leon was oblivious to everything outside, Duna's killing intent grew with each passing moment, so much so that even though Leon was not aware of it, his skin was still instinctively crawling with goosebumps.