A few days later, the first dark beast wave arrived at the Skjǫldrún Stronghold.
Looking at their vast numbers, seemingly without end, the talents in the stronghold couldn't help but gulp.
Fortunately, after experiencing thousands of dark beast waves, they were not so nervous.
Mobilizing their power, they attacked the dark beast wave from afar while the others cleaned up the battlefield.
Under such an orderly defense, it seemed as if they were facing a normal dark beast wave.
However, as days, months, and years began to pass, their expressions became solemn.
"The dark beast wave already reached magnitude 4…"
Magnitude 4 was a dark beast wave with trillions of tier 10 dark beasts mixed with a few tier 11 dark beasts.
Looking at the stronghold being attacked from all sides, they couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Could the stronghold take it?"
With enough numbers, ants could take down an elephant, much less a dark beast stronger than them.
