Wurshan was taken aback by Roan's words. In an instant, he recalled Roan's earlier warning that everyone stationed in the first and second defensive lines was likely nothing more than a sacrifice meant to delay the enemy's advance.
Until now, the momentum of their battalion had been so overwhelming that he had unconsciously stopped paying attention to the condition of the neighboring battalions. Their own success had blinded him to the battlefield around them, and only now did reality come crashing back down on him.
[19... 18... 17...]
"This..." Wurshan muttered under his breath as his eyes widened.
Only then did he realize how catastrophic the situation around them had become. Most of the surrounding battalions had already lost over half of their members, and the remaining cultivators were being relentlessly swallowed by the endless tide of Godly Creatures flooding the battlefield from every direction.
