The Divine Silkworm War King's true body stood on the eastern side of the Main Peak. The wine jug in his hand had long since vanished; his hands formed seals as he drove the remnants of Weiyang Palace's formation.
Beams of golden light fired out one after another, blasting swathes of bizarre monsters to death.
But he was in bad shape too.
His Daoist robe was stained with quite a bit of blood, and his aura rose and fell unevenly. Clearly, he had been holding on for a long time.
On the western side, the Ruthless Great Emperor stood alone with a single sword, blocking the fiercest wave of attacks by himself.
Sword intent surged to the heavens around him. Wherever he passed, the bizarre monsters were cut cleanly in two.
But there were simply too many of them. Kill one batch, and another came, as if they could never be wiped out.
Xuanyuan Tian Ji held the Human Emperor Sword and guarded the due south. Dark gold Sword Qi swept out in all directions, and every slash took away vast numbers of bizarre lives. Yet her forehead was also covered in cold sweat, her spiritual power draining away at a terrifying rate.
Situ Hao Yue and the Peerless War King were stationed on the north and south sides respectively, each guarding a formation eye and maintaining the operation of the grand formation.
Chen Xuanji stood atop the tower of the main hall, his hands constantly forming seals as he deduced the grand formation's operating trajectory, cold sweat beading across his forehead.
His divine soul had already been overdrawn to the limit, his face as pale as paper.
The entire Defense Line was on the verge of collapse.
If they had returned even one step later, the grand formation might