There were simply too many demons and monsters.
In an instant, Yang An understood the intentions of those people behind the scenes within the city.
To keep the cultivators from losing heart before the battle even began, they had secretly tampered with things, causing these people to gradually lose their minds without realizing it. The longer they fought, the more fired up they became; even death no longer seemed worth caring about.
This way, the cultivators could trade attrition with the demons and monsters for a while without losing morale and fleeing in panic.
Only after both sides had been worn down to a certain extent would the great powers of each side make their move, settling the realm in one stroke. At the same time, there would be a strong chance of holding Ten Directions City.
Otherwise, why gather so many cultivators here? To watch the show?
In the end, regardless of one's cultivation, everyone standing here counted as cannon fodder in the eyes of those truly high above.
The current situation matched Yang An's guess perfectly. Nearly all cultivators had entered a state where they feared neither life nor death, desperately unleashing every method they had against the demons and monsters.
Some cultivators even directly activated pain amplification, postponing the cost in order to maximize the power of their attacks.
Others had already suffered the onset of their costs and gone completely mad, attacking even their own companions.
The scene was chaotic beyond all measure.
The demons and monsters were no better. The battle between the two sides gradually evolved into a four-way melee:
Demons and cultivators, the lucid and the delirious, the mad and the rational, those able to fight and those unable to fight.
Before long, everyone had become thoroughly mixed together, and no one could