After holding out for only a few seconds, Old Man's enormous wings shattered with a crash. He spat out a mist of blood and flew backward, crashing to the ground.
At the sight, the Demon God in midair merely chuckled, unconcerned. More bolts of lightning swiftly condensed, arranging themselves into a formation before hurtling downward.
From beginning to end, it had not even had any interest in attacking personally.
"All together!"
Zhong Yushu's expression grew grave. The blood-red Giant Dragon behind him suddenly let out a Dragon's Roar, encircling everyone as streams of energy from the many Eighth Awakening experts present gathered into a sturdy energy shield.
Compared with before, they held out longer this time, but it was still only around ten seconds. By the time this barrage of lightning ended, their faces were already pale, and they were swaying on their feet.
"A pack of ants dares to vie with a deity."
The Demon God shifted its form slightly in midair, seemingly growing a little more serious. The bolts of lightning in the sky began to gather, finally forming a dragon made entirely of lightning, which roared and plunged down once more.
Its terrifying pressure swept down continuously from midair, stirring up clouds of dust.
Zhong Yushu's expression changed. He was the first to step forward, placing himself in front of everyone.
"Yu Sheng, fall back!"
"Whether you stay or not won't make much difference anymore."
"The reason we're staying here is to uphold the rules laid down when the Ink Pavilion was founded."
"But..."
"We can die, but the Human Race also needs to keep a measure of hope."
"If Army-Breaker falls, we need only die with him."
"But we still need you to lead the Human Race one day and raze Skyvault Ravine."
He spoke calmly.