"Isn't it after the earthquake that the Demon Beast Army won't attack?!"
"Now what do we do? Our defense line has collapsed!"
The crowd was in a noisy panic.
Zhenjin frowned deeply, the situation had suddenly reached its most critical moment.
"Let's retreat; we simply can't beat them," someone suggested, from the Three-blade Mercenary Group.
Up till now, the survivors had been dealing with the Demon Beast Army by occupying the high ground, relying on city defenses, and then using ranged firepower like crossbows to wear down and suppress them.
This was the most correct tactic.
Because on this island, magic was banned, prohibiting the practical use of low-level fighting energy.
But now, after a huge earthquake, the valley had collapsed, there was a shortage of crossbows, and without city defenses, relying on mere flesh and blood for a hard fight—most were ordinary people who struggled even against common wild beasts, let alone a large number of Magic Beasts.