Throwing his life away without thought of death, using a Core Condensation Realm cultivation to forcibly take down an Outer-Domain Heavenly Demon of the Nascent Soul Realm—there was nothing wrong with calling such a battle record a miracle.
If he had not cast life and death aside, he could never have done it, no matter what.
And at this moment, such a scene was by no means an isolated case, but was playing out before their eyes again and again.
You're ruthless? I'm more ruthless than you!
You dare risk your life? Then I'll counterattack even more madly.
With this mindset, the Cultivators of Queyue City threw themselves forward without thought of death, forcibly blocking the torrent of Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons.
It had to be known that the enemy far surpassed them in both number and quality. Now that the city wall had collapsed and there was no Restriction to protect them, they could still defeat the many with the few and overcome a powerful foe. Such a battle record could only be called inconceivable.
And just then, several hundred Demon Race strongmen suddenly appeared at the breach in the city wall. On the back of each strongman was a huge bundle.
No—it should be a Storage Bag refined by a special method.
When they rushed beside the breach, they flung the Storage Bags in their hands down toward the top of the wall with all their might.
Afterward, from the four directions of east, south, west, and north, a Formation Master appeared in each.
A huge Formation Disk hovered before each of them.
In their hands, Formation Flags of every color kept appearing.
Incantation seals shot from their fingertips one after another. Following their movements, those Storage Bags that had fallen halfway through the air suddenly burst open.
Rumble,