After the Dark Nine-Tailed Fox retreated like a black whirlwind, the inheritors and the old man did not dare relax in the slightest. They knew this was only temporary peace, and the Dark Nine-Tailed Fox would certainly not let the matter rest. So they immediately began repairing and reinforcing the barrier with all their strength, not daring to be careless in the least.
Day and night, the inheritors circulated their spiritual power, continuously pouring it into the barrier. The Divine Bell also seemed to sense their determination, constantly releasing steady, powerful sound waves to aid the barrier's recovery.
Time passed second by second, and under their efforts, the barrier gradually regained its original strength. However, just as the repairs were nearing completion, a terrifying roar suddenly rang out. Everyone looked up in shock and saw the Dark Nine-Tailed Fox appear before them once more like a phantom—and this time, the fox had brought a group of equally evil demonic beasts!
These demonic beasts came in all shapes and sizes. Some were as massive as mountains, while others were as small as rats, yet all of them exuded a heart-palpitating aura. Some could control flames, wielding blazing fire as though they meant to burn everything to ashes; others could release deadly poison, filling the air with green mist that made people nauseous at the slightest whiff.
Faced with such powerful enemies, the inheritors and the old man's expressions turned grave. Yet they did not retreat. Instead, they quickly adjusted themselves and prepared for an even more difficult battle.
Although the Divine Bell's sound waves remained steady, their effectiveness was greatly reduced by the interference of the flames. The divine weapons also gradually lost their original power under the corrosion of the poison. The inheritors and the old man found themselves in