Ye Lin's Nascent Soul Realm fellow disciples flew down from the city wall one after another, and the ones who took over in their place were all Golden Core Realm disciples.
He watched as Nascent Soul Realm disciples handed hundreds of bags of Spirit Stones to the Golden Core Realm disciples.
No matter how he looked at it, the scene seemed bizarre to Ye Lin.
Golden Core Realm cultivators were fighting, while Nascent Soul Realm cultivators handled logistics.
Well, maybe I just couldn't understand it.
All around them stood disciples holding Compasses. They were the ones controlling the formations. As soon as the Demon Beast vanguard entered the formations, they could activate them at once.
As mentioned before, the formations' power was still at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, only barely reaching the Nascent Soul Realm.
After all, they didn't dare set up any more powerful formations.
The Human Race had to tread carefully at every step. They didn't dare be careless in the slightest; no one with Nascent Soul Realm combat strength could be allowed to appear.
If they accidentally provoked the Demon Race, it would all be over.
With their meager strength, all they could do was take a beating.
Meanwhile, the Demon Race approached the city wall at an unhurried pace. With every step they took, the cultivators around them grew more tense.
After all, this was the first time any of them had seen a scene like this. Who wouldn't be afraid?
Don't talk to me about having a steady mind, or watching Mount Tai collapse without changing expression. That's all just bragging. When you really see it, not wetting yourself is already good enough.
"Hold steady. Do not activate the formation under any circumstances. Wait for my order. Anyone who activates it without