Magic Vine Minor Realm.
The siege by the many imperial sons of the Horned Demon Tribe had lasted for several months. They had breached one formation after another, trampled one mountain peak after another, shattered the void without cease, and brought the earth crashing down. In the end, even the spirit veins and earth veins had been forcibly smashed apart, reducing an area tens of thousands of miles wide to a low-spiritual-qi environment.
The great array swayed like a ship in wind and rain, on the verge of shattering.
"We can't hold on."
"There's no turning the tide."
The Heavenly Secrets Dao Child murmured, "Gulin, we will be fleeing next. If you are willing, you can break out with us, head to the edge of the great array, and wait for the next batch of nine million Human Race troops to arrive."
"If we can escape and keep fleeing without ever confronting them head-on, we should be able to delay for a while longer. Perhaps the battle situation of the seniors will change."
As for victory, he no longer held any hope.
The first batch of nine million cultivators had been the most elite force below the Deity Transformation Stage among the Nine Great Immortal Sects. They had been defeated and lost the advantage of terrain. They could only take shelter in the starry sky, unable even to replenish the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. Victory was simply impossible.
Bringing Gulin along had also been the sect's order.
Once Gulin died in battle, the Eastern Extreme Demonic Sect might abandon this place entirely. Without her, it would no longer hold any value; when weighing whether to retain this place, they would no longer hesitate, helping them firm up their internal resolve.
"Alas!"
The Dao Children around them wore grief-stricken