Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1179

Chapter 1179: Chapter 1179 - Taming the Old World - Adamantium Defense - 3

The volume of the horde was simply too massive. The sheer numbers of the swarm were finally grinding the defenders to dust.

The sprawling barricades of compressed rock and minerals Julius had pulled from the earth to patch the broken perimeter began to fracture. The problem wasn’t the structural integrity of the stone... The problem was the fuel.

Julius had been working with less than 10% energy long ago.

Maintaining dominion over a battlefield this large required an astronomical volume of ether. His core felt like a hollow, burning cavity in his chest. His vision blurred at the edges, and a cold sweat plastered his hair to his forehead. He was actively directing the surviving Gold-rank Tamers, shouting coordinates and trying to manage the chaos, but he was constantly forced into an impossible triage.

Every second demanded a choice: did he spend his final drops of mana reinforcing a buckling wall that was already holding back hundreds of beasts, or did he push up some more stone to plug a fresh breach on the flank?

He simply did not have the reserves to do both.

Spiderweb fractures raced across his stone monoliths. At first, they were hairline cracks, barely visible through the smoke. Then, the fissures widened. The corruption relentlessly hammered the exact same stress points over and over again, displaying the cold patience of an ocean slowly eroding a cliff face.

The monsters felt no pain...

They did not tire...

With a deafening crack, an entire section of the right flank shattered.

Julius bit his lip until he tasted iron. He slammed his numb hands against the dirt, forcefully ripping a slab of bedrock from the deep crust to seal the gaping wound in the almost parallel walls.

The exertion finally broke him...

He collapsed to his knees, his lungs heaving, his fingers trembling uncontrollably against the soil.

Thirty seconds later, the left flank caved in.

Julius sealed that breach too, but the new wall was desperately thin, a fragile sheet of sandstone compared to the iron-dense barricades he had built an hour ago. All the color drained from the 3rd Qilin prince’s face. He was scraping the absolute bottom of his soul.

Near, in the same parapet, Ren’s childhood friends were fighting a losing war.

Taro, Min, Liu, and Li had dragged themselves back to the frontline despite their crushing exhaustion. They were completely incapable of sustaining their fusions anymore. Their towering fused beasts were gone, leaving them fighting as mere mortals armed with standard Golden beasts that pushed to the front with whatever scraps of aura they could scrape together.

Li’s fingers hurt as he desperately tried to weave defensive thickets of ironwood across the crumbling gaps. But without even the base multipliers of being a double, and no fusion, his Gold-rank flora was almost useless. The heavy mutated beasts dismantled his barricades the moment they sprouted, snapping the trunks and melting the vines with stolen acid.

Everyone was at their absolute limit. They had been fighting, bleeding, and burning ether for hours without a single second of rest.

The containment finally broke.

They could no longer hold the original perimeter. The sheer weight of the corrupted sea pushed them backward.

So, they did the only thing left to do.

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They initiated a retreat...

It was a slow, agonizingly methodical fallback.

It was the kind of grueling, disciplined maneuver that only a battalion of hardened veterans could execute without it instantly devolving into a panicked slaughter.

Yang covered the rear. He took slow, booming steps backward, acting as a moving mountain to shield the retreating soldiers while the rest of the Vanguard ceded ground. They were being pushed directly toward the towering, reinforced doors of Yino Castle.

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