At that moment, countless Corpse Kings and humans fought on the Second Formation Origin. The battlefield stretched across the entire plain, and even the strange metal beneath their feet was scratched and scarred.
In the dark expanse of space, planets shattered. Star Envoy Level powerhouses fought their way out of the Star Source Universe, only to be forced back into it.
The Second Formation Origin had a teleportation device that could bring people from the Commander's Department, but it had been damaged. Otherwise, Xia Yan would not have ordered everyone to reinforce the Second Formation Origin.
Not only had the teleportation device been damaged, but the Original Treasure Formation had been as well. A group of Spirit Interpreters were trying to repair it.
Meanwhile, reinforcements continued to arrive outside the Second Formation Origin.
Cultivators streamed in from above the tree trunk, while countless Terror Ants swarmed up from below.
With a boom, a wave of blood-red energy swept toward the Spirit Interpreters repairing the Original Treasure Formation. A Star Envoy Level powerhouse blocked it, but he was already wounded. After forcing himself to withstand the blow, half his body split open, and he crashed to the ground.
Nearby, the Spirit Interpreters turned pale.
"Master Song, we can't hold out!" one of the Spirit Interpreters cried in panic.
Like Master Zan, the Spirit Interpreter leading them wore ornate robes. His face was pale, sweat trickling down his forehead as he stared intently at the damaged Original Treasure Formation.
The Spirit Interpreter's panicked cry only made Master Song more anxious.
The sky above them split open, and a Corpse King hurtled down. Blood-red power enveloped its body as it roared and swung both arms. A blast of crimson energy crashed down like a meteor.
The Spirit Interpreters' legs trembled. They had always