The damaged immortal talisman!

Li Qingshan returned to the main tent, sat down cross-legged, and continued refining pills.

The alchemical flames roared and medicinal fragrance filled the air, but his mind was nowhere near his pill refinement.

Outside the city, battle cries shook the heavens, and devilish energy surged like a tide.

The blue barrier of the Heavenly Sea Flowing Light Grand Formation trembled constantly beneath the Devil Race's bombardment. Every tremor made the alchemists in the tent feel their hearts tighten.

"Can this formation... hold?"

A young alchemist sitting beside Li Qingshan looked deathly pale, his voice trembling.

"Shut up and focus on refining pills!"

Wang Xuan rebuked him in a low voice, but his own hands were trembling slightly.

Li Qingshan said nothing. His hands formed spell seals without pause, and a batch of Pure Yang Immortal Pills soon took shape.

He put the pills into his storage ring, took out another set of ingredients, and continued refining.

Outwardly, his expression remained calm, his heart as still as water. Inwardly, however, he was rapidly calculating his escape routes.

The formation has stabilized for now, but that Golden Immortal and the four Profound Immortals of the Devil Race haven't truly acted yet. Their current assault is merely draining the formation's reserves of immortal stones.

He diverted a thread of his attention to look outside the city through a gap in the tent.

The Devil Race army was a black ocean, crashing against the formation wave after wave.

With every assault, many Devil Race warriors were pulverized by the formation's backlash, but still more swarmed forward, each wave following on the heels of the last.

There was no fear in those warriors' eyes, only madness.

In a battle of attrition like this, the formation won't last three months.

Li Qingshan silently reached that conclusion.