Inside the Formation, countless Cultivators, exhausted, collapsed on the ground, their faces pale and their breaths weak.
If the Devil Race were to take this opportunity to attack, the Cultivators would be utterly unable to stop them and, after a futile struggle, would likely have to escape for their lives.
Because less than twenty percent of the Cultivators could still wield Divine Powers, the majority of the Cultivators' Mana had dried up, and the defensive Great Array was on the brink of collapse due to the Devil Race's sabotage.
Fortunately, the Zhang Family's two rounds of counterattacks had routed the beast tide and forced the Devil Race to withdraw from the battlefield in disarray. Not knowing the condition of the Cultivators' side, this gave them a slight chance to catch their breath.
"Are you all right?" Li Zhirui asked Xiaoqing and the others with a look of concern.
