BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Tens of thousands of Abyssal Demons, wave after wave, fearlessly slammed into the Pocket World Protection Umbrella.
Although they couldn't use Mental Realms like Cultivators, nor did they have Grotto Heavens to aid them, their numbers were vast, their bodies were powerful, and they were utterly frenzied.
As they launched one assault after another, the people in the valley were in indescribable misery.
Maintaining the Grotto Heavens required not only True Essence but was also a burden on one's mind and soul.
The mental and spiritual fatigue was more than ten times more palpable than physical exhaustion, making it sheer torture for everyone.
Many were already drained and on the verge of collapse.
"Feng Qing, this can't go on. We're all going to die here!" a young man in a straw hat said to Feng Qing via voice transmission.
At this moment, the crowd in the valley was clearly divided into two factions, one in front and one in back.
