659 Breakthrough, Nascent Soul Seventh Layer!

Across the entire battlefield of the immortal-demon showdown, the East Sea cultivators' great warships were linked together in an unbroken expanse, surrounded by countless dense specks of light formed by cultivators' magical artifacts. On the Demon Race's side, a black tide of beasts churned and crashed toward the East Sea cultivators' camp like waves.

The two camps collided savagely, becoming a raging, tumultuous front stretching several hundred li. Across the sea spread a vast, heart-stopping, eerie blood-red haze. As time passed, the beast tide at the very front visibly shrank, while vast amounts of light from the cultivators' camp vanished as well.

The battlefield sank into an incomparably brutal tug-of-war. The beast tide relentlessly pressed forward, devouring the cultivators' lines, while the cultivators struck back fiercely and forced it away again.

The Purple Sword Palace flagship of the Northern Branch of the Heavenly Dao Alliance was likewise under the mad onslaught of the beast tide.

Yet one blood-colored figure of a cultivator remained, like a nail driven deep into the ground, firmly planted fifty li before the flagship. For an entire day, he had not retreated a single step.

Even when the beast tide nearly engulfed the area around him, and East Sea cultivators of the same camp retreated step by step because their spiritual power was depleted and they could no longer bear the pressure, he showed not the slightest sign of retreat. He held on until those East Sea cultivators caught their breath and charged forward once more, stabilizing the line.

Countless Northern Branch cultivators of the Heavenly Dao Alliance focused their gazes on that faint blood-red silhouette. So long as that blood shadow remained, it meant the battle line had not fallen, and the confidence of countless cultivators stood as steady as a rock.

On the battlefield,