At the Bai Clan.
Bai Qing and the other surviving Yang Kings appeared to be cornered like trapped wolves, their backs against an invisible wall as insurmountable beasts pressed in from all sides.
The beast tide seemed to pour in endlessly, wave after wave like a flood that would never recede.
In return, even the fighting will of those remaining had grown bleak, dimming like lanterns running out of oil.
However, they were not at the Supreme Immortal level yet where they could tear through space itself and escape through spatial rifts.
The whole Clear Water City had become hell on earth. The exact apocalyptic misfortune playing out at the Bai Clan was happening even more terribly at the Yu Clan that bordered them.
They couldn't even afford to join hands, as each man had more than they could chew on their own plate with the tumultuous chaos the demonic beasts brought with their rampage.
