After losing the richest regions, the Eastern Wilderness and the central lands, the Primordial World's cultivators would have no hope of victory with only the impoverished Western Wilderness and the desolate Northern and Southern Wildernesses to sustain them.
Through the united efforts of the Primordial World's cultivators, the fortress at Mount Buzhou had become incomparably sturdy. All manner of defensive spells, formations, and vast quantities of reinforcing materials had made the mountain as impregnable as a fortress of iron walls and boiling moats! Compared to its former state, the two could hardly be spoken of in the same breath. Never mind Gonggong crashing into it-even a Saint attacking at full strength would now need a long time to break through its defenses.
High on the mountaintop, densely packed armies of Primordial World cultivators could be seen everywhere. Among them stood ballistae and cannon carts personally refined by Saints such as the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, their sharp bolts and shells fully loaded, ready to strike the enemy at any moment! Meanwhile, from a camp ten thousand li away from Mount Buzhou, a densely packed army of Spacetime Realm cultivators surged forth like dark clouds, stretching as far as the eye could see, with no end in sight.
Yet what worried the Primordial World's cultivators more than these ordinary armies were the Spacetime Realm experts hidden among their ranks! After all, a single Quasi-Saint could easily deal with hundreds or even thousands of Great Encompassing Golden Immortals, and the Spacetime Realm had dozens of Quasi-Saints! The Primordial World had once possessed many Quasi-Saints as well, but after the Witch-Demon Calamity, almost all the experts of the Witch Clan and Demon Race had fallen. Of the original Three Thousand Guests of the Purple Heaven Palace, only a handful remained, such as