However, that only made the enemy temporarily fall back; there was no hope of actually hurting them. But the moment the Crystal Might Cannons shifted their fire, the Devil Race army immediately suffered far less suppression, and the cultivators' situation became dire in the extreme. In other words, doing this meant robbing Peter to pay Paul.
The crux of it was that Baisuan Pavilion lacked high-end combat strength. They could not effectively pin down Ancient Demons in the Lihe Realm, so naturally, they were bound to lose sight of one thing while attending to another.
"Damn it!"
Seeing those three Ancient Demons crisscrossing the battlefield unchecked, with no cultivator able to stop them at all, and in the brief span of a few breaths, already hundreds of disciples had fallen beneath their hands, while the state of the restrictions had also deteriorated to the extreme, the entire battle had already begun to show signs of collapse. Lu Ying'er's eyes turned red.
But Wu Yun'er grabbed her. "Eldest Sister, you mustn't be rash. Even four against one, we're no match for an Ancient Demon at the early Lihe Realm, let alone an old monster at the late stage. If we charge in recklessly, we'll only be throwing our lives away, and that will play right into the enemy's wicked scheme."
"I know, but then what do you say we should do now? Just stand here and watch helplessly?" Lu Ying'er said, her face flushed crimson.
After holding out for a month, she had never imagined it would still end like this. Damn it. If not for those accursed Phantom Demons, they originally could at least have preserved Baisuan Pavilion's spark. Instead, like now, not a single one of them would escape.
Were all of them going to die in battle here?