But the Demon Race was in no better shape.
Their clash with the Demon Race had not come without casualties. Quite a few low-cultivation members had been shattered alive by the shockwaves of the collision, reduced to nothingness.
Even the many powerhouses wielding Star Banners had flushed faces, blood and qi surging uncontrollably to their throats.
Fortunately, most of the power had been dispersed by the Grand Formation of the Stars.
Very little of it had fallen upon them.
Only those below had suffered casualties. There had not been many losses among the middle and upper ranks, and they could barely accept such a degree of damage.
Di Jun did not pay much attention to it either.
He merely looked down upon the Demon Race members within the formation, his voice like thunder, shaking heaven and earth.
"Are you convinced now?!"
Jieyin smiled faintly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth as he politely replied, "Fellow Daoist Di Jun, the battle is not yet over. Why speak of being convinced?!"
Before his words had even faded, Jieyin immediately activated the Twelve-grade Golden Merit Lotus in his hand.
His true body had personally entrusted it to him before leaving.
As Jieyin activated it, the Twelve-grade Golden Merit Lotus bloomed with boundless golden light of merit, attempting to purify the starlight clinging to the wounds of the Demon Race powerhouses.
However, that starlight was formed from the stellar power gathered by the Grand Formation of the Stars. Even the Merit Golden Lotus in his hand could not completely disperse it.
Zhunti took a deep breath as well, his Mana circulating.
Behind him, a dazzling Dharma manifestation suddenly appeared.
Though it stood only sixteen feet tall, its aura was terrifyingly powerful.
In the manifestation's