The pervasive split creatures charged forward, swiftly covering most of the thousand-mile radius.
The arrays on the Doomsday Defense Line operated at full capacity, its aura blending with the Purgatory Great Wall, forging an absolute conceptual defense line.
This was nearly an indescribable disaster.
In this Lower Realm, what could possibly match the opponent?
The Power of Corruption, like a sky curtain, eroded faster than the split creatures, like a monstrous flood or a surging tsunami, rushing towards the defense line that had gathered everyone's effort and blood.
Cultivators clutched their Magical Treasures tightly, involuntarily activating the Protective Treasure Light on their Magical Robes, sweat inevitably seeping from their palms.
Could the Doomsday Defense Line and Purgatory Great Wall withstand the assault?
Was the prior plan truly effective?
Everything remained uncertain.
