She had just gone through a bloody battle herself, so of course she knew exactly what it took to achieve such a feat when faced with an endless tide of enemies.
If it had been her, she believed she could also keep all the Sky Devouring Bats at bay, but only for a short time. Given enough time, her cultivation would be consumed faster than it could be replenished.
Even with pills, there would come a day when the pills were exhausted. Then, it would truly be the day of death.
Yet the man before her was like a perpetual-motion machine that would never run out of fuel, continuously spewing out a vast ocean of true essence that transformed into Sword Qi and scattered in every direction. It was simply endless, as though he were competing with the Sky Devouring Bats to see whose numbers were greater.
It was simply unbelievable. Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she would not have dared believe it.
"Could he have just arrived? At this rate of consumption, he probably won't be able to hold on for long. Even a Death Mystic Realm expert's cultivation can't withstand such expenditure!" Mo Xue said, still finding a reason that seemed easier to accept.
Tiansongzi merely smiled bitterly without speaking. From the moment he had started watching until now, there had not been the slightest sign that the man in azure was weakening.
It seemed that his true essence could maintain this intensity for a very, very long time.
Second by second, time passed. For Tiansongzi and Mo Xue, these days were unbearably difficult, as though each day lasted a year.
No, it should have been each second lasting a year. Every minute and every second was torment, and they practically counted the seconds