Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

The deeper they advance, the more the battlefield pushes westward, creating more gaps and accelerating the speed for those waiting outside to enter.

Lu Yang, along with the 31 from East Ridge, continuously retreated on the battlefield until they were only a hundred meters away from the pass.

”No more retreating; the oversight team is right behind. We’d blow our cover if we retreated further!”

Hearing Lu Yang’s words, everyone immediately stopped retreating and instead began engaging the nearby enemy troops, trying to stay together as much as possible as a group of thirty.

Jiangxia’s army has an oversight team, composed of about over five hundred people, directly led by Zhou Shiyan and Lu Hong. They are prompting the last 20,000 Earth-digging Realm soldiers waiting outside to quickly enter the pass and join the battle.

”They’re urging them in for slaughter, aren’t they! For the trap to work, the door must be shut, but what backup does Dajue Temple still have...”

Lu Yang looked at the increasing number of Zen Temple Bhikkhus approaching the eastern pass, estimating nearly a thousand of them, and his eyes showed curiosity.

From the start of the battle till now, two hours had passed, and it was officially the latter half of the night, yet there were about four hours left until dawn. For Jiangxia’s side, time was definitely more than enough.

Within the pass, there were no fewer than 20,000 corpses on the ground, forcing everyone to fight while stepping on them. During Cold Resistance Level clashes, countries sometimes had to hurl bodies away with force. Essentially, the entire inside of the pass was like a battlefield with scattered limbs and corpses everywhere—it was not exaggerated to put it like that.

Upon closer inspection, it could still be discerned that most of the corpses belonged to Dajue Temple’s soldiers, aligning with their current retreating situation.

”Dajue Temple has only about seventy thousand troops. With the death rate exceeding twenty percent, they’re still not collapsing; this Demon Temple really does know how to bewitch people!”

Lu Yang looked at the Qinghepu army still fighting desperately, apprehension flashing in his eyes. He had heard from Yuan Cheng before that an army that maintained its combat strength after losing more than twenty percent of its soldiers couldn’t merely be considered elite; they must be determined elites ready for a death struggle.