Clang!
The Pure Bright Bell was sent flying by a sword strike.
But it had successfully blocked the blow.
Raising his hand to recall the Pure Bright Bell, Xuanming stood atop the gate tower, facing the Demon Race's commander.
Although he had the aid of the gods, he had to devote some of his attention to dealing with the Thunderbird King. The successive battles had also drained him considerably. He was no match for the demon commander; all he could do now was hold out.
He would endure for as long as he could.
Under these circumstances, staying on the gate tower was more worthwhile than leaving the formation to fight.
Neither human nor demon wasted a word.
One swung his sword to break the formation; the other rang his bell to resist.
After several successive clashes, Xuanming's blood and qi churned, while the demon commander's expression darkened.
He watched the runes continually restore themselves.
The formation patterns reconstructed themselves.
The Formation Wall slowly strengthened.
The demon commander's expression grew uglier still.
The Demon Race had not easily gained its current advantage. He could not let all their efforts come to nothing at the final hurdle.
Having steeled his resolve, he continued attacking the Formation Wall with his sword while bringing forth the Marshal's Seal and shouting in a deep voice:
"I respectfully request the Demon Lord's aid in breaking the formation!"
His voice boomed like a great bell, its sound surging like the tide.
It echoed across every corner of the battlefield.
The great demons stirred with excitement, and the Demon Kings were invigorated.
The human Qi Refining and Spirit Refining cultivators' expressions changed drastically.
There was only one kind of being whom the demon commander would invite using the Marshal's Seal and respectfully address as a Demon Lord—