Time gradually passed.
In the blink of an eye, half a year had gone by.
During this time, the Demon Race had never given up on taking the Ling Clan's sturdy border mountain, Golden Winged Mountain.
Indeed, as time passed, more and more demon beasts streamed in from all directions.
By now, the demon beasts encircling Golden Winged Mountain numbered more than seven million.
And that was only because at least one or two million demon beasts, under the command of the demon beast higher-ups, had bypassed Golden Winged Mountain and flooded into the Ling Clan's interior.
Otherwise, the number of demon beasts here would likely have reached eight or nine million.
One had to know.
Only half a year ago, there had been merely over five million demon beasts here.
That was nearly double the number.
Yet under such circumstances, there was one piece of news that was not good, but not entirely bad either.
Although the reinforcements among the demon beasts were numerous, there were not many high-level ones. Most were merely demon beasts at the Qi Refinement Realm.
Even if, under the leadership of numerous Golden Core Demon Kings, they formed many highly destructive formations, at most they could only hasten the breaking of Golden Winged Mountain's Mountain Protection Formation. They could not directly crush Golden Winged Mountain with overwhelming force.
And according to Yan Siyi, who commanded the overall situation, as the Demon Race's forces increased, the time before the Mountain Protection Formation was broken would likely fall from three years to two.
Half a year had already passed.
By careful calculation, the formation in the mountain could likely hold for only another year and a half.
This matter left Chu Xinyue increasingly troubled.
Ling Pengyun had gone to the Star Sea Pavilion in the Boundless