At that moment, the tension in Golden Feather City had reached its peak. The three Twelve-Winged Angels charged with guarding the city wore grave expressions, their eyes filled with anxiety.
Seeing the city-defense grand formation on the verge of collapse under the enemy's fierce attacks, they poured their magic power into it with desperate abandon.
Light blazed around them as their immense magic power surged into the grand formation like an endless torrent. Sustained by this mighty influx, the light of the faltering city-defense grand formation flickered, and the situation finally stabilized somewhat.
Yet they knew full well that this merely eased the crisis a little. It did nothing to resolve the underlying problem.
Ultimately, the crux of the problem was the city-defense grand formation's low grade: it was only seventh-tier low-grade.
Had it been replaced with a seventh-tier superior-grade city-defense grand formation, the situation would have been entirely different. Even if they did nothing but stand there quietly, Wu Xuege and the others would likely have struggled to threaten it.
But this seventh-tier low-grade grand formation seemed so fragile beneath the enemy's attacks, as though it might collapse at any moment.
The peril facing the city-defense grand formation left the three Twelve-Winged Angels helpless. They could only pour magic power into it desperately to keep it functioning.
They knew that if this continued, Golden Feather City would fall sooner or later. Under the enemy's fierce attacks, cracks had already spread across the grand formation's once-impenetrable barrier of light, as though recounting the enormous crisis confronting the city.
Their only option now was to seek reinforcements from their race. Without hesitation, the leading Twelve-Winged Angel narrowed his eyes slightly, resolve and determination gleaming in his gaze.
He drew a deep breath and slowly raised both hands. A holy light rose