Very soon, the Sun sank below the hillside.
Lin Xuan swept his gaze across them and saw that many immortal cultivators were showing signs of exhaustion.
After all, charging and killing for an entire day was no joke.
And this place was different from the Spirit World. Aside from taking pills and meditating, the cultivators had no Spirit Wine to drink in order to restore their magic power.
And because the devilish energy was too dense, the effects of meditation were far from ideal.
As for taking pills, that was easy to say. In the world of immortal cultivation, cultivators with rich family fortunes were the minority after all. Most cultivators—how could they possibly have spiritual pills for replenishing magic power to swallow at will?
Meditation was useless, and the only thing they could rely on was absorbing the spiritual energy within Spirit Stones.
Thus, after a day of magical combat, many cultivators were exhausted to the extreme.
"Pass down my decree. We rest for now."
Taking in the fatigue of the gathered cultivators, Lin Xuan also felt that it was not suitable to continue advancing. He was still very considerate of his subordinates.
So they found an open place, and all the Devil Race within a hundred li around them were cleared out.
There was no need for Lin Xuan to worry about the matters below. Lu Ying'er and the others would naturally arrange everything properly and tidily.
Temporary formation restrictions were laid down in the surroundings, and cultivators were assigned to stand guard and patrol. In short, not a single gap could be left. Everyone understood the principle that flies do not bite eggs without cracks; they absolutely could not give the Ancient Demons any opportunity to exploit.
In truth, these worries were unnecessary. Lin Xuan was in