However, it was at this point that a bright beam of light suddenly streaked toward the battlefield from high in the sky. It sliced through the air, moving at an incredible, indescribable speed. It almost looked like the Heavens were being split apart in shocking fashion.
What was now visible was a leaf!
It was a flying, burning leaf, emitting an astonishing aura!
Its target was no single person, but rather, the Blood Demon Sect’s second spell formation!
“What gall!” roared Patriarch Blood Demon furiously, who was still in the midst of battling with the other Patriarchs. Immediately, he waved his hand, and a glittering, bloody light shot toward the incoming leaf.
Rumbling could be heard as the leaf decayed by more than half. However, there was still a streak of green that made it through the blood-colored light. The streak continued on, slamming into the shield of the second spell formation, piercing through the fifth layer, the fourth, and the third, before finally stopping at the second.
The fifth, fourth, and third layers all shook and trembled. Although they did not collapse, they now had holes punched in them!
Patriarch Blood Demon let out a furious shout, but the other Patriarchs went all out to prevent him from doing anything.
When the gaps in the shield appeared, the faces of the Blood Demon Sect disciples fell.
At the same time, killing intent could be seen in the eyes of the hundreds of thousand of cultivators on the outside. They immediately changed directions and headed toward the places where the gaps had been opened.
The holes were not large, but were something that the spell formation was incapable of closing up.
Facing such a situation, and such enemies, looks of dour hopelessness appeared on the faces of the Blood Demon Sect disciples.
“Dammit…. how do we fight back now?!?!”
“They punched holes in the shields! Those are biggest areas of weakness now! How do we fight?!”
“Our Blood Prince killed so many of them, yet there’s still more of them, as far as the eye can see… do we have any hope left at all?” Facing hordes of attacking enemies and holes punched through to the second shield, the Blood Demon Sect disciples fell into a mute despair.
Xu Qing had long since emerged from Blood Prince Gorge, where she had stood the entire time, nervously watching Meng Hao. When he finally returned safely, she had breathed a sigh of relief. The new developments, however, caused her face to go pale.
Meng Hao looked up into the sky, and began to pant nervously for a moment before calming himself down. He looked around at the despairing Blood Demon Sect disciples and did nothing to try to rouse their spirits. He wasn’t willing to do so. He already felt guilty because of the war; how could he directly ask them to go put their lives on the line?
He couldn’t.