The Demon Clan warriors of the fourth array quickly charged into the battlefield. Though the rain of arrows and crossbow bolts had cost them dearly, the Ming Guang Camp beneath First Line Pass had already been worn down by repeated battles and could no longer fight with the same fresh vigor as at the beginning.
After slaughtering the Demons who had rushed in, Tang Lin's eyes were already blurred by the mix of sweat and blood. He shook his head, lifted his gaze, and looked again at the incoming Demons.
The Ming Guang Camp, having fought three battles in a row, was nearing its limit. They had killed many, but if they continued their own numbers would start to be cut down as well. After all, the cultivators under his command were far from all being at the Golden Core level.
