"The Demon Race is advancing right along with us..." Li Qingxian said.
The cries of battle suddenly drew closer as demons adept at leaping sprang onto the walls.
"No time to talk!" Song Baige turned and rejoined the fighting.
Li Qingxian thought for a moment, then sat on the ground, took out various fate materials, and began making Wooden Talisman Figures wrapped in yellow talismans, one after another.
Whenever Li Qingxian finished a batch of Wooden Talisman Figures, he gave them away.
The defenders who received the Wooden Talisman Figures lit up with joy and thanked him.
The sun had set, but the moon had yet to rise. Stars filled the sky.
The cries of battle went on without end.
Li Qingxian exhausted all the magical power in the Thunder Dragon Fire Seal to make over two hundred Wooden Talisman Figures, then had to meditate where he sat, slowly replenishing his power.
Covered in blood, Zhou Hen walked over with an enchanted bow and arrows. He guarded Li Qingxian while shooting the Middle Rank demons that leaped onto the battlements.
Once his magical power was restored, Li Qingxian opened his eyes.
The thick stench of blood drifted on the night wind.
Before the thick blood coating the walkway atop the wall could dry, another layer of fresh blood covered it.
Blood clung to the soles of their shoes like sludge.
As people walked along the walls, the ceaseless squelching pierced the ears and made hearts tremble.
One demon after another leaped onto the battlements, green light gleaming in their eyes. Their huge claws flashed and their sharp fangs bared as they attacked madly.
Casualties steadily mounted among the Literary Cultivation practitioners, Dao Cultivators, and Puppet Cultivators stationed in the middle.
Zhou Hen transmitted his voice: "Get ready. Demons prefer night