Lin Ke spent two days on this attempt.
During those two days, the other disciples knew he was cultivating, so no one came to disturb him.
But the situation on the front lines grew increasingly urgent during that time.
Although the reinforcements from the Golden Wing Sect, including Lin Ke, had briefly held off the Demon Race's offensive and given the defenders a chance to catch their breath.
The Demon Race was not without reinforcements of its own.
A few days earlier, an army of a hundred thousand demons under the Blood Firmament Lord had arrived in the Mí Lín Mountain Region.
Its arrival sent the pressure on the front lines soaring. Every defensive line had faced unimaginable crises over the past two days.
These crises stemmed not only from the difference in numbers, but even more from the enormous disparity in fighting strength.
Compared with the demons already there, the Blood Firmament Lord's army was clearly a cut above in combat strength.
Among them were powerful beings akin to the Human Race's Heaven's Chosen, capable of fighting above their stage and even taking on a hundred opponents alone.
There were now five such demons at Azure Underworld Mountain.
In just two days, those five demons alone had slain over a hundred Golden Core Stage disciples.
The losses were immense!
Thus, Lin Ke was also roused from his cultivation and sent to reinforce the fortress on the front lines.
Fortress No. 3.
Guided by a disciple, Lin Ke soon arrived.
But the moment he stepped onto the wall, he distinctly sensed something unusual about the atmosphere.
Silence. Deathly silence!
There were no drums, no battle cries, not even the sound of conversation.
Everyone stood wordlessly along the edge of the wall like wooden stakes, staring beyond the fortress with