"Too many of them. The Formation couldn't hold."
King Yongtai's face darkened. The True Martial Great Formation was formidable, laid down by a Sovereign, but its strength also depended on the person controlling it.
King Yongtai was not a Limit Creation, after all.
If only a dozen or even a few dozen Devil Race Creations had come to besiege them, King Yongtai would not have needed to weaken the True Martial Great Formation.
But three hundred Devil Race Creations were bearing down on them!
If that many attacked at once, the True Martial Great Formation could not hold. It would shatter before long.
The Shadow Demon King alone was a Limit Creation who had already grasped the Dao Resonance of the Great Dao of Shadows!
If the True Martial Great Formation shattered, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Then it would be a one-sided slaughter.
So...
King Yongtai could only change tactics, spreading the Formation's power as evenly as possible. He let part of the Devil Race's attacks through, using the Formation merely to weaken them.
That way...
The True Martial Great Formation could hold out longer, and the Holy City would not be breached immediately.
But...
Even so, holding them off was brutally difficult.
"Ah!"
"No!"
"Give them everything we've got!"
"Damn it! If the Devil Race wants to invade our True Martial Continent, they'll have to get past me first! Get lost!"
Battle raged along the city wall. Some were struck by attacks from Devil Race Creations and Venerables and died on the spot. Others, eyes bloodshot, used their own bodies to withstand the blows.
People kept falling, drenched in blood. Its sharp stench spread through the air.
Bang, bang, bang...
Mu Ziqing moved swiftly, a slender Treasure Sword in hand. It was no ordinary weapon, but a