One Bolt of Lightening!
Within fifteen minutes, the realization began to dawn on the surviving Blue Planet disciples. No matter how powerful their spells, no matter how coordinated their attacks, they couldn't even touch the formation, let alone break it.
Just then, the disciples of the Demonic tree sect started attacking disciples of other sects of the blue planet. They turned on each other, desperate to attract the legacy of the Beast Spirits above in whatever way they could.
Small skirmishes broke out across the blessed land, with disciples fighting amongst themselves, their hopes of glory overshadowed by the grim reality of the situation.
Watching this, the other realms' disciples laughed, their scornful voices echoing across the battlefield.
"Look at them. They're like rats, scrambling for scraps. Pathetic." Simon sneered from within the formation, his voice filled with contempt.