It was a dark and windy night.
In the southwest border defense line, only a few insects and birds were chirping. The mutant creatures hiding in the forest fell silent, and one could only occasionally see their open eyes in the darkness.
Other than transporting various supplies day and night, most of the activities in the human defense line had also stopped.
The group of people who had been on standby during the day started to go on duty. The group who had been on duty during the day stayed in the temporary resting house behind the defense line.
Chen Yiming silently crossed the defense line and climbed to the top of a tree.
The spiritual figure floated beside him, its eyes cold as it looked straight at the distant Mount Everest.
Chen Yiming turned around and instructed, "The huge eye was severely injured by my attack. At that time, some cracks appeared at the edge of the pattern on it. Attack that spot directly."