C272 Three Strikes of Army Obliteration
"The ninth Beast Tide has finally been quelled," Lin Yunchen exhaled, a sense of relief washing over him as he could at last catch his breath. Grasping the silver-white Deep Abyss pike, he hovered midair, a veritable God of War, his gaze lingering on the retreating beasts, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes despite the weariness that weighed on his frame
