As the camps were established, the war fell into a stalemate of repeated bombardments.
It seemed monotonous, but the amount of Spirit Stones being consumed each moment was astronomical. An ordinary Golden Core Clan, even if it exhausted its entire treasury, couldn't last for more than a few minutes in a war like this.
—Wars of attrition were always like this: a contest of foundations and resources, lasting until the moment the balance was finally broken.
"WOOOOO—"
A Horn sounded from within the Heroic Pass once again. The beast tide, which had been showing signs of scattering, swiftly regrouped to launch a counterattack against the Spiritual Boats.
Seven or eight Golden Core Great Demons led a massive flock of Demon Birds, a swarming, dark cloud that dove toward the Spiritual Boat belonging to Jinyun Valley. With their wings tucked in, they looked like a volley of colorful, sharp arrows!
"SCREE!"
