The fourth day of the Demon Race's assault on Tengchong City.
The cultivators of Tengchong City had already decided that this war would be a drawn-out tug-of-war.
The Demon Race's attacks had no order to them, relying solely on overwhelming numbers.
Great demons of the Upper Third Realm rarely showed themselves, or simply did not appear at all.
Only during the attempt to surround and kill Li Ping'an had two Eighth Realm great demons appeared at once, along with a Flood Dragon that fed on dragon qi.
There had even been a great demon who was a sword cultivator at the peak of the Seventh Realm, a truly rare sight.
They had intended to lay a trap and kill him, never imagining their boat would capsize instead.
Only the great demon sword cultivator at the peak of the Seventh Realm had escaped, but his sword had been destroyed. For a sword cultivator, that was little different from death.
From the Demon Race's perspective, even if all their losses from the previous days were added together and then doubled,
they probably still would not match the price paid in this attempt to surround and kill Li Ping'an.
Once the cultivators defending Tengchong City learned the news, every one of them was invigorated, their confidence redoubled.
And as time went on,
many rogue cultivators and members of various sects arrived after hearing the news, joining the ranks of the city's defenders.
Cultivators and shrines from every corner of the land had received the summons.
Time was on the Human Race's side, not the Demon Race's.
On the fifth day, the demon army massed in a vast formation.
Thick fog appeared, spreading around Tengchong City and obscuring the scenery ahead.
One moment, the sky had been clear for miles; now, everything was hazy.