The Land Realm of the Artifact Talisman Alliance had now become a carnival of slaughter. Some of the more powerful sects were managing. After signing offensive and defensive pacts and mutual protection agreements, they could hold their own when small groups of Tribulation Cultivators attacked their sect gates.
But those sects that were already weak now faced a great calamity.
At one sect gate, the Tribulation Cultivators outside attacked without cease, and the people inside lived in constant fear. When the assault finally let up for a moment, they let out a collective sigh of relief.
"Sect Leader, we're running low on reserve Spirit Talismans! And Top-grade Water Spirit Stones... we have less than twenty left. If the attacks continue for a few more days, our array won't be able to hold. What do we do?"
"We have to hold on, even if it feels like we can't. If we don't, we die. We just have to wait for our superiors to free up their hands. They will come save us."
