บท 319: 319. Hope

Attacks and explosions resounded in the valley at the border of the formation.

The now less than one hundred soldiers of the Empire did their best to survive the wave made of more than nine hundred soldiers, the Odrea nation was giving its all to annihilate what remained of the enemy.

Behind them, the black cultivators from both sides were facing each other in a violent battle.

Since there was still some time before the sunset, their battle was causing some injury on both sides, those mighty rank 3 cultivators weren't just buying time that day.

Like that, the last minutes passed and the night took over the day.

It was with a bitter expression that Seth watched below him only to see that less than sixty soldiers had survived and that fifty of them where those in the third rank!

Seven red soldiers and one blue one were heaving sighs of relief seeing that the army of the Odrea country, their gazes would often linger on a hooded cultivator that radiated a cold killing intent.