BOOM!
A thunderous explosion.
At the Dragon Corpse, Baili Jingxie and the other two's expressions changed slightly, their brows knitting together.
Enemy!
A powerful enemy.
They had now reached the dragon's head. After several days of effort, they had finally driven the Dead Souls to the end. As long as they took this place, their seizure of the Dragon Corpse fortress would be a complete success.
After that, the Dead Souls' territory would shrink across the board, forcing them back a hundred li to where Yama Hall stood.
This was the importance of strongholds.
Once this place fell to the Yin Souls, its effects would be immense. The Dragon Corpse would become an entirely new source of troops, where fallen Yin Souls could directly revive.
Clearly, the Dead Souls understood this as well.
The farther they went, the fiercer the resistance became. The slaughter between the two sides surpassed all imagination, its brutality nearly catching up to that of the Eastern-Central Front. Late-stage perfected True Immortals had become the backbone of the battlefield.
The number of Taiyi cultivators was increasing at an astonishing rate. To hold this place, the Dead Souls had begun pouring in troops on a massive scale, especially high-end forces.
At this point, Baili Jingxie and the others' movements were naturally hindered as well.
The decapitation plan had become difficult to carry out.
As the number of Taiyi cultivators grew, each stronghold no longer held just one or a few, but over a dozen—even hundreds.
Today was already their seventh attack.
Every one had failed.
Although the three of them possessed formidable combat strength, they clearly lacked the power to wipe out a stronghold in an instant.
Against more than a hundred Taiyi cultivators, even the three joining hands found it hard to inflict effective damage.
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