Thunderous booms kept pouring into their ears as pillars of light in every color constantly tore through the sky. The world's vital energy surged and churned without cease, but such mutual bombardment clearly could not go on forever.
Formations, as one of the hundred arts of immortal cultivation, were indeed wondrous to the extreme, but the Spirit Stones they consumed were also ocean-deep. As time passed, though the demonic radiance and spiritual light were still dazzling beyond compare, they were clearly weakening without stop.
Both sides had made preparations to the utmost. In this round of mutual bombardment, neither gained any advantage.
And so, as time went by, the attacks kept weakening. Suddenly, a desolate horn blast reached their ears. Demonic fog billowed, and on the surface of Demon Conch Mountain, which had originally seemed like an iron barrel, several great gates emerged.
Each one was more than ten thousand zhang high. With rumbling sounds rolling into their ears, those gates swung open, and surging demonic qi came rushing out from within.
Within the demonic qi, countless Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons lurked in shadowy outlines, holding all manner of magic artifacts and treasures in their hands as they let out strange roars and charged forward.
Did they want to meet at close quarters?
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly.
Though the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons were the defenders, that did not mean they only knew how to passively take a beating.
These fellows were utterly vicious.
And now they had actually begun playing the game of taking the initiative to attack.
Arrogant and domineering!
Far beyond what he had imagined.
On the cultivators' side, retreat was naturally impossible. Otherwise, as one side rose and the other fell, their morale would suffer a heavy blow.
"Where is Yan'er?"
"This disciple respectfully awaits Master's orders!"