The ten grandmasters remained deep in Wild Mountain, still unreturned. Whether they were alive or dead was unknown.
The Commandery Governor's Mansion's reinforcements had not arrived either; they were still being tied down by the White Lotus Sect.
The frontline's combat strength was stretched extremely thin.
This forced Yi Feng, who had previously rarely taken part in frontline battles, to begin leading from the front.
If something happened to Yi Feng, a Xuan Grade alchemist, the True Martial Sect's pill supply would face enormous problems.
Even knowing the consequences would be severe, they had still sent Yi Feng out. This showed just how dire and difficult the current situation was.
Even after going this far, they could only keep the battle situation stable for a short time.
Every few days, the battle line was forced to retreat, and Chen Mo's camp had to relocate along with it.
There were simply too many demon exotic beasts. The lack of top-tier combatants meant the two great sects could not erase the disparity in numbers.
Under such circumstances, they could only draw Xiantian combatants from the various rear camps.
If they took no action, the battle line would continue moving inward and stretching ever longer. The sects, already at a disadvantage in numbers, would only find themselves more and more threadbare along the defensive line. They had to hold the line steady.
There had originally been five Xiantian elders in the camp. Adding Chen Mo, a Qi and Blood Realm martial artist capable of fighting Xiantian warriors, they had six Xiantian-level combatants in total. Their defensive strength had been more than sufficient, and they could even spare elders to protect the transport teams.
But after three Xiantian elders left for the frontlines, only Elder Zhou and Elder Wang remained in the camp.
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