Tens of thousands of cultivators and Yao Race tangled across Golden Peak Slope. Magic artifacts, talismans, spells, puppets—all manner of spiritual lights flared, turning yao beasts one after another into chunks of flesh, but cultivators also exhausted their spiritual power one by one and died miserably on the spot.
Such a cruel war was rare even in the Sky River Realm.
Chen Mobai's Myriad Sword Dharma Body stood in midair, facing off against King Bihai and the others outside the Grand Array. With him and Mo Douguang holding the line, not a single Eastern Wu Cultivator who had chosen to join the battlefield dared retreat.
Because the Five Elements Sect's announcement had written one rule in black and white: those who retreated on the battlefield would have all contribution points canceled.
So, facing the surging Barren Sea Demon Race, all the Human Cultivators gritted their teeth and endured, staking everything to fight their opponents to the death.
Behind the Yao Race, various Demon Kings were also holding the line. Their hierarchy was even more severe, and even knowing full well they were being sent to their deaths, they still held weapons and charged into the Myriad Rivers Return to the Sea Formation wave after wave.
Gradually, the originally earth-yellow ground and emerald-green slopes were dyed red with blood.
Mo Douguang hovered in midair, his gaze icy. The Sword Light in his hand was like a blazing sun; every time he swung it, a small Yao Race squad shattered into fragments.
But the Barren Sea Demon Race were simply too numerous, like tidal water, surging into the Myriad Rivers Return to the Sea Formation wave after wave.
Moreover, King Bihai and the others were also doing their utmost to whittle away the Grand Array's power, so Mo Douguang had to reserve