This shivering voice was not an isolated incident. Within the beast tide, many soldiers looked grim as fear rapidly spread across the battlefield.
"Damn it!"
As the commander, Zhen Yue's heart sank. He immediately realized the severity of the problem. The troops he led were not elite forces, and he noticed the morale of the warriors on the field was rapidly declining.
If nothing was done soon, the low morale would greatly reduce the warriors' combat effectiveness. Once a small gap appeared in the defense at this time, it could lead to a dam bursting, resulting in total collapse instantly.
"We must do something to regain morale now!"
However, there were simultaneously two Seventh Level Grandmaster Level Fierce Beasts on this battlefield. He could only cooperate with heavy weaponry and several field officers to first kill one Grandmaster Level Fierce Beast.
