The humans there no longer dared to fight the frenzied creatures head-on. They could only cluster together, constantly repositioning themselves.
Most of the weapons they carried were already corroded and damaged, their surfaces covered in thick patches of rust. During their battle with the strange creatures, these rusted weapons were essentially useless, only serving to slightly fend off the creatures' claw strikes.
The creatures weren't wary of the humans' weapons. They were simply tightening their encirclement, wearing down their prey's stamina.
The humans realized this as well. They wanted to find a weak point and break through, but their weapons were far too feeble, making it impossible to fight back effectively.
Mo Ling watched this strange scene, feeling puzzled.
'Why are these humans using rusted melee weapons?'
Rusted combat knives, daggers, short clubs... someone was even wielding a long tent pole.
'What about their guns?'
