"Strange, why doesn't it seem any easier?" Wang Linchi noticed something odd. Despite the Saint Master holding the frontline against the majority of the Demonized Creatures, the pressure hadn't decreased at all, and casualties were increasing. Ninety-nine percent of Players had died at least once, leading to the collapse of the entire defensive line. Most had already retreated to the main city's wall. Wang Linchi and his group were now also on the city wall. He hadn't died; he had retreated.
