The demons, seemingly endless, surged from all directions like a tide.
Soon, Xu Fan felt an immense pressure bearing down on him.
Individually, the demons weren't very powerful, but their numbers were overwhelming, impossible to kill them all. Xu Fan was only a few hundred meters away from Governor Bai Yi, yet it felt like an insurmountable ascent to the heavens, impossible to advance even a single meter!
Even more terrifying was the demons' relentless assault blotting out the sky; with each wave of attack, the spiritual power within him was nearly depleted.
In this demon-laden place, the lowly Realm of the Mysterious Light became an undeniable shackle upon Xu Fan.
Xu Fan was finding it difficult to persist, let alone those behind him. If not for Fang Zheng, with his Immortal Emperor-level strength, constantly covering their retreat and resolving crises, more than half of the ten-member group would have been lost by now.
