These fierce beasts appearing from the insect holes possess incredibly powerful strength, far beyond what ordinary humans can handle.
Even humans with so cultivation power cannot effectively counter these fierce beasts' viciousness.
Due to the inconsistent arrival of these fierce beasts and their scattered nature, even with strong capabilities, one can only hunt them down one by one.
This approach of treating symptoms not the root causes drives these beasts to madness, leading countless ordinary humans to perish in this brutal slaughter.
All the beasts are in a frenzy, killing upon sight, causing constant headaches for capable fighters who can only strive to annihilate these beasts.
The passage of ti drifts by as capable fighters have fought strenuously for over three months, and throughout this period, the fighters visit the Purple Bamboo Garden daily.
Upon seeing the seven-colored giant egg lying silently in Ye Feng's room, the fighters can only sigh helplessly before leaving the Purple Bamboo Garden.
Visiting the Purple Bamboo Garden has beco a daily routine, followed by hunting those fierce beasts.
With capable fighters' skills, killing ordinary fierce beasts and moderately strong ones poses no problem, but with repeated exterminations, the beasts erging from the insect holes have grown ever more formidable.
Among these beasts, so are even close to reaching Xuan God Cultivation level, and with their capability, they can at most attempt to manage these beasts without being able to kill them.
In massive battles, countless ordinary humans perish, and witnessing these tragic deaths, the believers who survived the previous calamity recall the existence of God.
Nearly all believers kneel down with utmost devotion to pray to God.
"Honorable God, please have rcy and open your eyes; save us suffering believers. We've had enough of this life, watching our loved ones perish breaks our hearts. We wish we could die in their place. If God sees us, please manifest your presence."
All believers, after uttering these words, once again bow down.
Despite their hopes, the often-manifested God doesn't respond, plunging the believers into despair.
Those non-believers no longer mock the believers, as everyone is now in crisis; who would still have the mind to jeer at others?
In the sky, capable fighters see the believers' actions and feel a void within themselves, a hint of lancholy naturally appearing on their faces.
"Brother, oh brother, do you know how many are waiting for you to appear? If this continues, I fear I too will perish here!" The capable fighter sighs heavily.
As dawn approaches, when the sun slowly rises, the whole earth is enveloped in a fiery-red glow.
Looking upward seems like a vibrant day, but looking downward reveals another day of life separated by death.
Those still resisting the beasts sweat profusely, raise their knives, and fight with all their might.
Even if they die, they hope to use every ounce of strength to give their future generations a chance to survive.
Just as everyone continues to lose track of ti while fighting the beasts, earth-shaking roars co swiftly from high above ahead.
"Roar... ."
The roar, like a wave, spreads across Earth abruptly upon appearance.
All humans on Earth distinctly hear the roaring, and upon hearing it, those battling the beasts are startled.
Ordinary people nearby directly die under these sound waves.
Ordinary people farther away fall into a coma.
Those with so martial strength halt fighting, clutching their ears trying to resist the mind-disturbing sound waves.
However, as soon as they make this ear-clutching move, the beasts beside them devour them.
Seeing this inhumane scene, the capable fighter feels unusually calm, as exhaustion leaves no room to care about it.
His concern lies in the source of noise ahead, indicating a formidable beast lies in wait.
Potentially, there even exists a beast capable of killing him.
Unexpectedly, a sense of grief grows within him, "I thought I could survive, yet in the end, I face death, even having avoided such disasters, only to die under beastly slaughters."
"Such a tragedy, if granted hope, why is it taken away? Is it rely to make my death worse?"
Murmuring softly, the fighter's face drastically changes upon sensing multiple overwhelming presences ahead.
Among them, nurous ordinary or slightly strong breaths prove uncountable. Sensing it slightly, the fighter's body trembles faintly.
His mind involuntarily throws up two words.
"Beast Tide."
With this guess, a dark mass of fierce beasts quickly approaches ahead.
Seeing the sky-blackening scene below, everyone understands.
"Damned, it's truly a Beast Tide."
As these pervasive fierce beasts approach, everyone refrains from fleeing, knowing escape is futile.
Even the capable fighter refrains from fleeing; he stands there in a daze watching the approaching beasts.
Below, people pray, "God, are you just going to watch your believers perish? Can you bear this? Please intervene, save your believers, ...."
Various prayers reverberate once more around Earth.
Even after myriad prayers spread out, there is no effect, and just as everyone falls into despair.
Above the Purple Bamboo Garden, sudden golden light flourishes, adorning the sky with exceptional beauty and grace.
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