Boom!
Boom, boom!!
Brilliantly colored spells shot out from the multicolored formation screen, falling into the tidal beast horde like meteors chasing the moon.
Every spell that landed stirred up a storm of blood and gore. Countless Demonic Beasts were instantly blasted into pulp, their corpses dropping into the sea and staining a stretch of water red.
From dawn to dusk, then from dusk to dawn, neither side showed any intention of stopping. The slaughter remained as brutal as ever.
The human Mortal Cultivators gave everything they had, driving their spells and Magic Tools to hold back the Demonic Beasts' frenzied assault.
Even when they were utterly exhausted, even when they were grievously wounded, not a single one retreated.
The Demonic Beasts, meanwhile, were like mad demons, charging one after another toward the island in an unending stream.
Even with catastrophic casualties, they still feared no death.
For a time, this sea region was shrouded in an overpowering stench of blood, so pungent and nauseating that it made people want to vomit.
Even the originally azure seawater had been dyed a murky red by the blood of Demonic Beasts and human Mortal Cultivators.
Countless corpses of Demonic Beasts and human Mortal Cultivators floated upon the sea.
The scene was horrific beyond measure.
As time trickled by...
The Formation Light Screen shrouding the island gradually began to crack beneath the Demonic Beasts' mad attacks.
Its radiance had dimmed considerably as well, showing clear signs of instability, as though it might shatter at any moment and be breached by the Demonic Beasts.
Just then, a vast, majestic voice rang throughout the island, piercing through the clamor of battle and reaching the ears of every human Mortal Cultivator:
"Follow me out of the formation and kill!
Hold our line! Hold the hope of