Then spiritual light flared, and puppets of all shapes and forms rushed out, plunging into a chaotic melee with the Magic Beasts and demonized cultivators. Explosions shook heaven and earth.
Yet the moment they clashed, the puppets fell completely into the disadvantage. Baisuan Pavilion might have been wealthy, but how many could it possibly manufacture? In both quantity and quality, they were far inferior to the cannon fodder on the Devil Race's side.
Left with no choice, the immortal cultivators on Baisuan Pavilion's side could only personally don their armor and take the field. Though trading spells with cannon fodder was clearly not worth it, at this moment, what other choice did they have?
Even relying on the restrictions, they could not only defend without attacking. Otherwise, the formation would soon be broken.
With large numbers of immortal cultivators joining in, the battle situation finally stabilized again.
According to past experience, this kind of deadlock would last for quite some time. Those despicable, shameless Ancient Demons used precisely this method to wear down Baisuan Pavilion's living strength.
They knew perfectly well what the enemy's treacherous scheme was, yet they had no way to break it. The several people in charge on the cultivators' side all showed looks of bitter hatred.
Yet in the next instant, something happened that left them dumbstruck.
Demon Drums thundered to the skies. The devil fog overhead parted, and a squad of elite Devil Race troops actually came charging over.
They were a kind of half-dragon, half-horse creature, their four hooves flying, all manner of devil treasures in their hands as they bombarded down wildly.
"Brother Li, I'm not seeing things, am I? Those Ancient Demons have deployed the Dragon Demon Cavalry this quickly? These are one of their elite forces. Though the Dragon Demon Cavalry