In the northern Starfield of the Human forces.
Inside the Myriad Demons Grand Formation, the three Sword Holding Ancestors, their expressions ferocious, raged as they constantly swung their battle swords, unleashing brilliant Immortal Swords in an attempt to shatter the formation.
They had been trapped in the formation for four full days.
On the battlefield, every minute, every second, was incredibly precious.
Even a minute more or less could alter the course of the entire battle.
They had no idea about the situation outside, no idea if the Human Race was safe, and certainly no idea if the Sky Sword Pavilion was secure.
This uncertainty bred panic.
Thus, the three Sword Holding Ancestors were frantic and terrified.
Furthermore, the disciples from the Three Great Sword Peaks who had accompanied them to the front lines were dying at a visible rate, falling under the arrows of the War Demon Army soldiers.
This pained them deeply, filling them with helplessness.
