The battle reached a stalemate. Aside from Fei Ningxiao's maniacal laughter echoing through the sky, the entire battlefield fell dead silent.
Even the heavily bandaged, wounded victims merely gritted their teeth, glaring fiercely at the Blood Boiling Race beast without letting out a single cry of pain. It was as if everyone had reached an unspoken agreement. To cry out in pain felt like surrendering to the alien race.
Wang Yetao and the other two Ninth Grade experts hovered in the air, surrounding Fei Ningxiao. Their brows were tightly furrowed as they pondered their next move. They had just received a message from the Dao Sect. It would likely take an hour for Marshal Yuan Longhan to arrive as backup. The biggest problem now was how to stall Fei Ningxiao for that hour while keeping the Research Institute as safe as possible.
