Several thousand disciples and elders had fallen in droves.
Fewer than a thousand could still hold on, and every one of them was weak to the extreme.
Although that Demon Shadow still blazed with overwhelming might,
its solidified body had also grown considerably more illusory.
Its blood-red gaze was no longer as soul-stirring as before.
Clearly, it had also expended a tremendous amount of energy.
Yang Lingtian, disguised as Liu Ruyan, had remained coldly observing everything under the cover of the chaotic radiance emitted by the Demon Slaying Sword Formation.
His expression had not changed in the slightest, but deep down, he was calmly assessing the expenditure of both sides.
"It's about time. Those old fellows from the Xuanba Sword Sect are already at the end of their tether."
"That Old Devil is also nearly exhausted."
He could clearly sense that the strength of both sides was about to fall to a critical point.
This seemingly deadlocked situation would soon be broken.
And that would be the moment for them to truly make their appearance and reap the fruits of victory.
By now, the hearts of everyone in the Xuanba Sword Sect were filled with exhaustion and unease.
These three days and three nights had been as long as a century.
The Xuanling Cave Heaven was no longer the immortal paradise it had once been. It had become a ruined, chaotic wasteland.
Every inch of land was steeped in an aura where the sacred and the Baleful Intent intertwined.
The radiance of the Demon Slaying Sword Formation, once a resplendent sun, had already dimmed into a guttering candle in the wind.
The myriad Sword Qi were no longer as sharp as before. Instead, they had become sparse and sluggish.
Old Ancestor Xuan Chen, once a powerhouse at the Peak Divine