At the entrance of a dilapidated palace, Yin Lang was desperately resisting the assault of more than a dozen rampaging Level 4 Flame Wolf demon beasts.
He wielded a large earth-yellow seal, each swing repelling several Flame Wolves, but the sheer number of demon beasts was overwhelming, and he could only barely hold on.
The great hall was crowded with cultivators, none of whom had high cultivation levels; the strongest was merely at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, while the rest were Core Formation Stage or even Foundation Establishment Stage.
At this moment, they all sat quietly with their eyes closed, murmuring as if praying for something.
Yin Lang knew this wasn't a sustainable solution. Although he had several life-saving items left by Yuan Ming, the followers inside the great hall were the result of his hard work these past days.
If they all perished at the hands of the demon beasts, his efforts would be wasted, and he would lose significant favor with Lord Nether Moon God.
