In a crimson valley, the remaining five thousand Tourang City warriors had formed a circular formation, struggling to resist the purple light coming at them from all directions.
"The wounded, fall back inside the circle! Brothers in the rear, step up!"
"Our divine light can hurt them too. Hold on! This is Blood Purgatory—they don't dare drag this into a prolonged battle."
"Brothers, even if we die, we'll make it worth it!"
The voices of Diliya, Maldron, and the others echoed through the valley. After a month of bloody battles, the Tourang City warriors had come to understand what brothers and unity meant.
Faced with waves of purple light shooting toward them, their former selves would have fled. Especially against attacks coming from the side, they would not have had time to defend themselves. But now, they had learned to trust their brothers.
The brothers beside them would help dispel the purple light. As a result, the circular formation had no weaknesses. Any light fired by the enemy was neutralized by them.
For the time being, the Blood Refinement Sky Pearl Clan flying in the sky could not defeat them. Other than a Main God, even a High God would have no choice but to flee when faced with the simultaneous attacks of five thousand Low Gods.
The Blood Refinement Sky Pearl Clan had originally possessed twelve High Gods. When the two sides first met, those twelve High Gods had not taken Diliya and the others seriously. They had tried to charge into the ranks of the Tourang City warriors and slaughter them, only for Diliya and the others to unleash a volley of Seven-Colored Divine Light. One of the twelve High Gods had been left near death, while the rest had all been severely injured.
That was what