Sinister demon qi surged through the entire grotto-heaven, driving all the Lingyun Sect Elders trapped within the demon lair into a desperate corner.
After thousands of years, one powerful ancient demon after another had perished, transforming into Demon Qi Seeds that had long since altered this grotto-heaven into a place highly suited to the Ancient Demon Clan's survival.
Spiritual qi was thin, while demon qi was dense.
With one waning as the other waxed, how could Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators possibly shake this place? Even if there were more of them, they could not change the unfavorable terrain.
"Senior Brother Xiao! No!"
An ancient demon broke through one line of defense formed by the Lingyun Sect Elders, piercing a Foundation Establishment Realm Elder through the chest with a black bone blade growing from the back of its hand and hoisting him into the air.
This scene made many people's eyes turn crimson.
The Elder surnamed Xiao who had died held considerable prestige within the sect and was a man of great virtue and standing.
Unfortunately, good people seemed never to live long. His death was exceptionally gruesome, blood splattering across the ground as the thick stench of blood continuously assailed everyone's minds.
"Calm down. Don't act rashly. Hold this area and don't let the ancient demons break in. They have no magic tools to rely on—this is our advantage!"
"At this point, we can only wait for the Supreme Ancestor to send another group of Elders in to rescue us."
"That's right. Charging out means death. We can only hold our ground here!"
"..."
After all, they were Elders capable of Foundation Establishment. Even if some had rarely experienced battles of this kind, they could quickly steady themselves and avoid allowing the entire group to collapse completely.
Yet with the