Pushing Through the Devil Tide

The mountain gate of the Extreme Speed Sect.

The light curtain of the Sect Protection Formation had already dimmed to its limit, its surface covered in fine, dense cracks.

Outside, amid the wind and snow, hundreds of thousands of demonic beasts were madly slamming into the formation's edge.

Most despair-inducing of all were the dozens of high-rank Skeleton Demonic Beasts circling in midair.

Gray-white bone wings had grown from their backs, and with every dive, they tore a great swath of blinding sparks across the formation's light curtain.

Extreme Speed Sect Master Zhao Ji stood on the steps before the great hall, his face deathly pale.

"Sect Master, the Spirit Stone storehouse has hit bottom!"

An elder scrambled and tumbled up the steps, his voice carrying a sobbing edge.

"We can hold out for half an hour at most. Once the formation breaks, we all die!"

Zhao Ji stared fixedly at those bone-winged demonic beasts in midair.

The Extreme Speed Sect excelled in movement techniques and speed, but inside this heaven-covering, earth-blanketing encirclement, speed meant nothing.

More than that, those demonic beasts that had evolved bone wings were even faster than the Extreme Speed Sect's Nascent Soul Realm elders.

"Where are the Yang Clan's people?"

Zhao Ji gnashed his teeth, both hands clamped hard around the railing.

"That old bastard Yang Wudi took our promise to hand over power—does he want to wait until we're all dead before he comes to collect the corpses?"

The elders beside him were ashen-faced.

"It's normal even if they don't come."

The Great Elder gave a bitter laugh, his whole body trembling.

"There are over a hundred thousand demonic beasts out there, plus so many high-rank mutated breeds. Even if the Yang Clan came out in full force, charging in would just be sending