This time, the leader of the beast tide was a Frost Tiger Demon at the mid-level Level 7.
In order to resist the onslaught of the beast tide, the entire 7th division was in a constant state of danger, and the Sharp Corps under their command were almost completely wiped out.
Their commander, Fan Mingzhe, had been injured countless times.
Facing such a terrifying beast tide, Fan Mingzhe had no choice but to request help from the military.
Fan Mingzhe waved two giant axes in his hands and blocked the front of the battle line like a tornado.
Wherever he went, blood, flesh, and limbs were everywhere.
Fan Mingze wiped the sweat off his face and turned to ask his deputy after barely repelling the demonic beasts' attack.
"Did the military send over War Gods?"
The deputy nodded. "Zhang Donglai and Liu Guanghui are coming over."
Fan Mingze frowned when he heard these two people.