Compared with the great battle between the warships raging overhead, where the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm held its own, the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators in the air, along with the Qi Refining cultivators on the ground, were inevitably at a disadvantage.
The Moonwatch Cultivation Realm had stood alone against the Starry Lodge, Southern Wilderness, and Heavenly Firmament Cultivation Realms for two hundred years. After all, its cultivators were vastly outnumbered by the combined forces of those three realms.
Had it not been for the advantage of fighting on home ground, the rich reserves of the various sects, and the fact that the three Cultivation Realms had come from afar and could not replenish their spirit items as swiftly or conveniently as the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm, the realm would have collapsed long ago.
Even so, for most of these two hundred years, the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm had been on the defensive. Manpower was limited; they barely had enough to hold their ground, let alone launch an offensive. They could bring their forces out for a fierce battle in the short term, but as time dragged on, the immense casualties inevitably left the Nascent Soul patriarchs burning with anxiety.
The central front in particular, led by the Ancient Sword Sect and supported by cultivators from the Soaring Heavens Palace, Yuanxing Palace, the Myriad Beasts Sect, and several smaller sects, was facing the main force of the Battle Moon Alliance. They had been fighting desperately.
The surging waves of magical power and the crisscrossing spirit cannons filled the skies and the earth. Blood-red light soared into the heavens, blotting out the sun and moon.
Of all the calamities to befall the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm in recent millennia, this was the worst.
"Fellow Daoist He Nian, when exactly is that junior of yours