Three hours flashed past like a white steed glimpsed through a crack, yet time seemed to have forgotten the battlefield inside the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, where the fighting remained utterly chaotic.
Screams rose and fell without cease, as though the gates of hell had opened and endless suffering had spread throughout this space.
Yet, astonishingly, there was not a single corpse on the battlefield!
Whether they belonged to the various forces led by Lu Ji and the others or were monsters and demons, anyone who fell was instantly devoured by countless monsters and demons.
After three hours of fierce slaughter, the forces led by Lu Ji, the Flood Dragon King, and the other powerhouses had suffered devastating losses.
More than seven thousand of their comrades had become fodder in this brutal battle, leaving just over twenty thousand still struggling to hold on.
The monsters and demons surrounding them had also suffered heavy casualties, but they showed no fear of death and continued charging forward with reckless, frenzied abandon.
The battle had reached a fever pitch. Both sides had blood in their eyes, and neither would yield a single step, leaving the entire battlefield locked in a strange stalemate.
Without interference from an outside force, this battle might well end with neither side prevailing.
Liu Tong, Li Ni, and the other spectators felt profoundly fortunate that they had decisively swallowed their pride and avoided being dragged into this bloody slaughter.
Quite a few disciples had even leisurely brought out small folding stools and sat to one side, watching the spectacle with relish, as though this battle of life and death had nothing to do with them.
"Junior Brother Su Yan, they've been deadlocked for more than half an hour!
If we don't act soon, Lu Ji and the others might turn