Holy City.
The city walls.
The fighting raged on.
On one stretch of the wall, Mu Ziqing held the Flowing Light Sword, breathing hard as she dodged the Shadow Demon King's attacks.
The Shadow Demon King's expression was grim.
Nearly half a quarter of an hour had passed, yet he still had not captured Mu Ziqing!
"To be held up this long by a mere Marquis-Rank Creation."
Even with his calm temperament, the Shadow Demon King could not help growing angry. He was a Limit Creation, while Mu Ziqing was only a Marquis-Rank Creation—and one who had not cultivated for long.
He had meant to seize Mu Ziqing at once, but she had tied him down, leaving him unable to deal with anyone else.
"This can't go on."
The Shadow Demon King's face darkened. He had little time. The Heartless Demon Master had given him only half an hour; if he failed to take the Holy City by then, he would certainly be punished.
"I'll have to break this formation first, then capture Mu Ziqing."
The Shadow Demon King's gaze shifted to the True Martial Great Formation covering the entire Holy City. Under the relentless attacks, it was already on the verge of collapse despite King Yongtai's desperate efforts to sustain it.
After all, nearly three hundred Devil Race Creations had come to lay siege. Without the True Martial Great Formation, the entire Holy City would have been swept aside long ago.
"Break!"
The Shadow Demon King barked. Great Dao Resonance surged through his body and gathered around his fists. Without hesitation, he drove a punch straight ahead.
Boom.
A muffled impact rang out, and the entire True Martial Great Formation shook.
Not far away,
King Yongtai was fending off more than twenty Devil Race Creations. His expression suddenly changed,