True Lord Dingjun's battle formation was already on the verge of collapse.
The golden light barrier that had originally spanned a thousand zhang had now shrunk to less than a hundred. Its surface was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, flickering between light and darkness.
Each impact from the tide of ice beasts made the barrier shudder violently, deepening the cracks further.
True Lord Dingjun, who was sustaining the grand formation, had long since gone pale. His once-upright body was slightly hunched, and the speed at which his hands formed seals had visibly slowed. With every change in his hand seals, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. The instant they seeped from his pores, they froze into icy ridges on his brows and hair.
The true essence within his body was nearly exhausted. He was only holding on by burning his origin blood essence.
The True Man Realm cultivators within the formation were all wounded as well, their spiritual power nearly spent. Relying on their last scraps of will and the weapons in their hands, they fought to the death against the scattered ice beasts that had slipped through the barrier's cracks.
"How is it over there?" True Lord Dingjun sensed the battle and knew Han Li had arrived, but anxiety gnawed at him. If things over there were not resolved soon, he would be unable to hold on.
"Form the Profound Heaven Demon-Slaying Sword Array!"
At that moment, a clear, killing intent-filled shout rang out like thunder at daybreak, piercing through layer upon layer of beast roars and windblown snow to resound across the battlefield!
Dingjun's heart jolted, and he hurriedly looked over.
He saw a tightly ordered force brimming with killing intent, like a red-hot blade, stabbing viciously into the tide of ice beasts besieging Dingjun's battle formation.