Outside Gray Corpse Blessed Land, an endless tide of corpse demons surged forth without pause.
Righteous Path martial artists kept attacking, clearing out the demonic corpses, but soon ten times, even a hundred times as many would charge out of the blessed land.
The more they killed, the more there seemed to be—and the stronger they became.
On top of the losses the Blood Demon Puppets and great ghosts had already inflicted on the Righteous Path, the relentless attrition steadily weakened the allied forces' offensive. Their stamina and true essence were continually depleted, and the front line they had pushed forward kept retreating. They could barely maintain a stalemate and were on the verge of being driven entirely from Gray Corpse Plain.
Apart from a handful of martial artists like Lu Yang, who remained vigorous and brimming with fighting spirit, the rest of the Righteous Path had nearly all fallen into decline.
A martial artist's stamina and true essence were limited. No matter how mighty a Sixth Realm Great Expert was, none could keep this up forever.
The Righteous Path's defeat had all but become a foregone conclusion.
It was the tide of events, not something the arrival of one or two great experts could turn around.
There were too many demonic corpses!
So many that most Righteous Path martial artists had begun to despair.
"Let's retreat! Gray Corpse Blessed Land was prepared for this. There are so many demonic corpses that we can't handle them. We should withdraw for now and make plans later!" a great expert called out from the crowd.
"Exactly. We didn't prepare enough this time, and we haven't brought nearly enough people. We should withdraw for now. As long as the green hills remain, we needn't fear running out of firewood!" another martial artist quickly