"Hold on, everyone! Our reinforcements are already on their way and could arrive at any moment!"
Before the majestic, shimmering hall of Chixiao Hall, a middle-aged man in his forties was waving a long saber to boost morale.
Surrounding him, the sect disciples of Chixiao Hall were striving to maintain the Mountain Protection Array.
The words meant to inspire did not have a particularly strong effect.
Because everyone could see the densely packed cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race outside the sect array, resembling ants.
The cultivation of these Nether Spirit Race cultivators was not high; even the weakest disciple of Chixiao Hall could take on several of them.
But the problem now was that these Nether Spirit Race cultivators numbered several times, if not over a hundred times their own.
Moreover, four Divinity Transformation leaders occasionally attacked the Mountain Protection Array.
Making their protection array tremble and nearly collapse.
