At Polar Star Island, a heavy aura of despair was beginning to spread.
True Monarch Xuanchen’s face was as gloomy as water as he gazed at the "Bishui Tingchao Grand Formation," which was shaking under the relentless monster attacks, an endless wave of sorrow welling up in his heart. He knew that this formation could hardly hold out much longer. Once the formation was breached, escaping alive would be no easy feat, even for someone of his standing.
The surrounding cultivators also wore expressions filled with despair. Some of the young cultivators gripped their magic tools tightly, their hands trembling ceaselessly. Many of them had just been conscripted from the Central Continent; stepping onto the battlefield for the very first time, they were now met with such an outcome.
Chapter 647