In front of a stronghold, the fierce battle raged on. Lu Ye stumbled, swinging his saber instinctively.
Although he would recuperate for a while after each major battle, consuming elixir pills to replenish his depleted spirit force, the loss of psyche force was not so easily restored. This resulted in his body appearing almost transparent at the moment.
A voice in his mind kept ringing, clamoring for him to close his eyes and rest properly, but Lu Ye knew that with his current state, if he truly closed his eyes, he might never wake up again.
His strong willpower sustained him, allowing his presence to flicker like a candle in the wind, still casting its final glow in this ruined city.
The Insect Race squad under his command had dwindled to the last three after this period of campaigning. Even these three were battered and wounded like him.
It was a real dead end.
