In contrast, Demon God Xuantianjun remained calm and composed throughout.
The wounds on his body appeared and healed, while his aura surged around him. Compared to the very beginning, there was hardly any change at all.
If there had to be a greatest change—
At first, when everyone joined forces, they had still been able to fight Demon God Xuantianjun.
But as time passed, fewer and fewer of their attacks were able to land on Demon God Xuantianjun.
By now, they had been completely suppressed. They could only defend passively, barely preserving their own lives!
"Damn it! What exactly is going on with this Demon God Xuantianjun?"
"After fighting fiercely for so long, not only have we suffered grievous casualties, but nearly all our cultivation has been exhausted.
Why... why does the aura of his cultivation show no sign of weakening whatsoever?"
"Forget us. The conditions of those youngsters within the formation are not looking good either.
If this continues, within three days, we will surely be drained of both qi and strength.
When that time comes, the great formation will break, and everyone... will likely become fish on the chopping block, lambs awaiting slaughter!"
"If we were simply inferior in skill, so be it! The problem is that, joining forces, we clearly have the strength to fight him.
But why is his cultivation always so abundant, as though these days of bitter battle have had no effect on him at all?
Is his cultivation truly so deep and vast, or is he... putting on a false front?"
"A false front seems unlikely. But if his cultivation is truly so profound, then his current cultivation realm is clearly right before us..."
"Unless there is some other mystery within the Cultivation Body formed by the technique he cultivates!"
"No matter what