People had changed several times around him, and Li Xu could no longer remember them.
Now, he was just numb, using the gradually infiltrating combat instincts to maintain the crumbling defense line, keeping the tide-like monsters at bay.
Barriers had already toppled, forming a slope; the initial ticketing gate had been lost, everyone resisting step by step, had retreated to the last section of the corridor.
Behind them was the medical room where the injured rested, with both the wounded and unwounded, the conscious and unconscious, all inside.
The panting of teammates beside him sounded like a hastily pulled bellows, gasping and coughing; they had just rotated in two minutes ago and were already struggling to hold on.
"Get down, switch out!"
His weapons had already been destroyed, and now Li Xu was holding the only remaining dagger and machete, both brought from the Main God Space, which were considerably sturdier than anything collected in this world.