Tonight, no one is destined to sleep.
A "battle of gods" repeatedly unfolds within the city walls. Countless outsiders have fallen as spirits under the blade, which at least demonstrates that the security in Atlantis ten thousand years ago must have been quite good...
The soldiers surround the corridor like a tide, with Illusion Fox and Demoness coordinating seamlessly. However, the soldiers regrow like chives. After cutting down one batch, another batch springs up endlessly, leaving both exhausted from the constant combat.
"We're surrounded," Demoness exclaimed in surprise as she watched a headless soldier rise again. Reinforcements kept joining the fight unceasingly. With their backs against each other, soldiers wielding bronze halberds aggressively closed in from all directions.
"Damn it." Illusion Fox clenched her teeth tightly, swinging her long whip. With each crack, she could only push people back before someone else stepped up to fill the gap.
