In Xuanchi City, everyone seized this brief respite to prepare, racing against time like ants on a hot pan.
Lin Changsheng shouted from the city walls, "We held them off! Don't panic! Those two devils outside are nothing but paper tigers, ready to tear at a poke! Hold out for a few more hours, and the Purple Tenuity Devil Lord will reward you handsomely!"
Large quantities of first-tier and second-tier medicinal pills were also distributed.
Everyone received at least one or two bottles, all plundered supplies.
The high-grade second-tier Spirit-Gathering Formation temporarily set up on the walls was driven to its maximum, regardless of the cost.
To avoid drawing on Xuanchi Island's spirit vein and thereby affecting the Mystic Ice Silkworm Formation, Lin Changsheng allocated another thousand Middle-Grade Spirit Stones to the Spirit-Gathering Formation.
They were ravenously absorbed by the Magic Formation, then channeled into everyone in an unending stream, all to accelerate the recovery of their magic power.
Everyone took the medicinal pills and swallowed them without hesitation. Combined with the Middle-Grade Spirit Stones and the Spirit-Gathering Formation, they restored their magic power extremely quickly.
With the Dark Nether Demon Banner supporting the Demon General Xuanming, Lin Changsheng did not need to divert his attention to its expenditure.
The battle still raged like a roaring fire, but in truth, their situation was like a lone boat in a storm, far from encouraging.
The two Golden Core cultivators, Xuantan and Wutong, had merely tried their blades earlier, probing a little rather than attacking with their full strength.
By contrast, Lin Changsheng's side had already exerted almost everything they had to withstand this offensive.
Everyone was like a taut bowstring that would snap at the slightest stir of wind or grass.
The stronger and weaker sides were immediately apparent; the gulf