Suddenly, Daoist Randeng received a call for help.
His face drained of color. "This is bad! Daoist Duobao has ambushed the supply depot guarded by Wolf and Jackal!"
Unlike Daochen, they did not have such a vast place to store their supplies.
Nor did they have a Spatial Magic Treasure.
Everyone paled. Although they had been worried earlier, no one had called for help, so they had assumed the problem could not be serious.
But now it seemed the warning had been true.
They knew all too well that on a battlefield, soldiers might truly rebel if they were denied time to rest and eat.
And the Demon Race had always been unruly, eager to seize an advantage in everything.
If they learned that there would be no more Spirit Crystals or Spirit Stones for their cultivation...
Daoist Randeng dared not imagine it. These demons might scatter in a furious rush.
Who would they rely on to deal with the enemy's numbers then?
With just the handful of them, they could not possibly cover the entire perimeter of such an enormous magic formation.
Ultimately, they still needed the others to do their part.
Daoist Randeng's expression grew grave. "Everyone, if we cannot end this quickly, we must return to reinforce them."
The others exchanged glances. They all understood how serious the situation was.
Now it all depended on whether Chaos's attack would work.
He launched the spikes covering his body, driving them all into the same spot.
His attack resembled Zhao Gongming's technique: both aimed to break open a single corner.
But after he had exhausted every bone spike on his body, everyone discovered, to their dismay, that it had accomplished nothing.
Qiongxiao burst out laughing. "You foolish Chaos! Did you think my Chaos Pearl could only defend one tiny