I Work As A Cook In The Wasteland

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  Chapter 211: The Beast of War: Its sharp
  claws tore flesh and blood, and sepsis corroded its fur.

  The birds chirping in the sky are sharp and urgent, and the corpses of those wild and ferocious beasts on the ground have already piled up like mountains.

  This battle lasted for nearly half a day after Su Mo and others arrived.

  The beast's roar of Ming Jin withdrawing his troops finally appeared.

  The ferocious beast is retreating, but it has not left completely. Instead, it continues to accumulate strength to send humans into despair.

  However, thanks to this gap, Cheng Tianhe's motorcade drove into Base No. 8.

  Su Mo, who was like a bloodbath, stood beside her, looking at the smiling Lord Feng with an expressionless face.

  Regarding Su Mo's indifference, Feng Tianan just pretended that he had never seen him before and greeted him warmly.

  "Come on, you two, please come this way."

  "Thank you very much for your willingness to bring people over to help this time."

  Feng Tianan, who was leading the way, had a look on his face that almost blended with that face.

  "Forget the polite words, City Master Feng."

  "You and I both know that it's not over yet."

  Cheng Tianhe declined the other party's offer to let everyone repair it.

  Go directly to the city wall.

  There have been some gaps in the city wall.

  Those with defense abilities would be like fish landing one after another, leaning against the wall to breathe hard.

  Looking down from above, the corpses of humans and ferocious beasts were piled together, making it difficult to distinguish them.

  Someone is cleaning the battlefield below.

  The blood energy that was so rich that it almost formed a blood mist enveloped the entire No. 8 Base.

  The shadow of death has not dissipated.

  Feng Tianan was silent for a moment, and then said: "So Cheng City Lord, do you think we are sure to win?"

  He stood next to Cheng Tianhe, with the majesty on his face that had been seen in official circles all year round.

  However, as the city lord, Cheng Tianhe was worthy of him.

  "Can't hold on."

  She answered bluntly.

  "So City Lord Feng, have you figured out how to die?"

  The sharp conversation seemed to be a subtle attack, but Su Mo remained silent.

  She looked at the piles of corpses on the ground and frowned.

  She didn't know why, but since she entered Base No. 8, she felt more depressed than when she was fighting ferocious beasts outside.

  It's as if there is a more terrifying danger inside than outside, lurking in the dark and waiting for opportunities.

  The feeling like a light on the back made Su Mo feel a little uncomfortable.