You're Not Convinced?

Nether Sea.

As the third wave of attacks began, the battle had already reached a complete fever pitch.

On this battlefield, which could no longer be described as a mere meat grinder, the sea demons had forcibly pushed the front line forward by nearly two hundred meters.

Once the battle line had been pushed this far, the fighting between both sides grew even more brutal. The human cultivators had set up all manner of formations in advance, like landmines waiting for the sea demons to step into them and explode.

These formations possessed exceptionally vicious killing power. Demon beasts below the Golden Core realm would almost certainly die upon touching them.

To break these formations, they could only rely on Golden Core demon cultivators who had already assumed human form, along with even higher-ranked Nascent Soul demon cultivators.

"We've attacked the formation on the left four times already, and we've figured out where its formation core is. You four cover me. As long as you buy me the time it takes for one incense stick to burn, I can break it."

A peak Golden Core demon cultivator looked at his companions and asked.

"Fine."

The demon cultivators were already covered in wounds. Their faces dark, they stared fixedly at the formation blocking their path.

Dozens of flying swords roamed back and forth within the formation. More than two hundred demon beast corpses had already been left inside, and even a Golden Core demon cultivator had died within it.

Such brutal and utterly revolting attacks had completely worn away their patience.

After resting briefly, the five demon cultivators moved together and charged into the formation.

Four joined forces to defend, while the remaining one focused on breaking the formation.

When the time it took for an incense stick to burn had