Li Ya stood atop the tower, longsword in hand, his expression grave.
Divine Exotic Immortal Spirit stood on Li Ya's shoulder, full of vigor, continuously waving its arms. Ever since Li Ya had learned the truth, it had ceased its act.
At first, Li Ya felt somewhat awkward, but now, his feelings were overtaken by worry.
The battle had progressed to a point where Divine Exotic City could barely advance; the demons were too strong and even understood Formation techniques, effectively halting the advance of Divine Exotic City, with more demons continually joining the battlefield.
If things continued this way, Divine Exotic City might well be breached.
What Li Ya worried about most was attracting even more terrifying demon creatures.
He felt a desire to retreat, fearing that the troubles would only grow and force the Primordial Ancestor to intervene.