One burst of effort, then decline, then exhaustion!
The stellar-source power of a Xingtian Divine Ship was depleted once used, but it could be replenished.
Yet for the Dongshen Clan, who forcibly created miracles with the Tai'a Mountain Soul, every attack they blocked was a desperate fight for survival after being driven into a dead end.
Once or twice, people could still keep their spirits soaring to the heavens.
But as wave after wave of Divine Ship attacks descended without mercy, more and more people broke down, were wounded, or even died miserably.
More and more people fell!
"Before absolute strength, even a divine relic like the Tai'a Mountain Soul cannot keep creating miracles forever."
Aboard the Nether Soul, Chihun's dark eyes watched the blazing sun below, and he smiled knowingly.
To him, victory was close at hand.
Clearly, the protective formation reinforced by the Tai'a Mountain Soul was growing increasingly unstable.
It was nearly at the end of its tether.
"Within less than two hours, we'll shatter this protective formation and burn these three hundred million stubborn ants to ashes!"
"To sustain the formation, they must be gathered together. All the better—several waves of Xingtian Divine Ship attacks will wipe them out clean."
"Even I have never seen Tianjun-class Xingtian Divine Ships directly bombard flesh-and-blood bodies."
The Dark Clan experts behind Chihun all revealed relaxed smiles.
Chihun followed suit, a cold and sinister smile spreading across his face.
Suddenly!
He took out a communication stone, and Lin Jie's voice came from within.
"We've already made our move. Lin Yun said they've forced Lin Feng out of the clan ancestral hall. He's as good as dead."
Even Lin Jie, who had been so solemn, seemed to reveal the smile of a great victory at this moment.
"Good. Congratulations. I'm at