Great Wall of Demon Suppression.
Xiao Boxu, Feng Qingyan, and Shangguan Yunzhi joined forces against Zhao and Qu Sanyuan, only barely gaining the upper hand.
Yet even so, there was not the slightest sign of breaking the deadlock.
Across the wasteland, whether Great Han soldiers or Tianshui cultivators, they were ultimately living people of flesh and blood. How could they possibly match zombies, malevolent ghosts, and blood demons in a head-on clash? What was more, they were fighting atop a damaged baleful vein and were disadvantaged from the start. Amid the chaotic slaughter, they gradually fell into dire straits.
"What should we do...?"
Feng Qingyan's face was deathly pale, his voice weak. "If this continues, we can hold on for half an incense stick at most!"
"Indeed."
While dealing with the demonic Nascent Soul cultivators' spells, Shangguan Yunzhi wore an equally grave expression. "I sense unusual activity from the direction of Bone-Eroding Ridge. It is highly likely that Suili Yan has already killed Chen Lei. Once he returns, I fear we will not even have a chance to flee."
Xiao Boxu's Nascent Soul avatar cried out sharply, "If we leave, won't Guangren Dao be lost?"
Feng Qing said anxiously, "But Brother Xiao, even if we stay, won't the final outcome be the same?"
Xiao Boxu fell silent for a moment before saying firmly, "Then we will wait until Suili Yan truly returns carrying Chen Lei's head!"
Feng Qing had no choice but to continue holding on.
"Fellow Daoists, do not struggle in vain any longer. Join my Great Song Immortal Dynasty—only then will you walk the broad and open road!"
As Zhao spoke, he transformed into a corpse dragon thousands of zhang long and spiraled into the sky. Then he opened his enormous jaws and spewed out ten-thousand-year Corpse Qi