Amidst the chaos, Wang Li and his subordinates, along with his most trusted allies and companions, fought relentlessly to repel the unending onslaught of beast hordes and sea monsters. Roars of ferocious beasts echoed across the mountainside, intermingling with the relentless crashing of waves as sea monsters continued their rampage along the coast. Blood stained the rocky ground, and the air was thick with the metallic tang of steel and the acrid scent of scorched earth.
The scene was chaotic: cultivators from the Holy Devil Dragon Sect clashed with snarling beasts, their weapons flashing in the dim light, and powerful techniques igniting the battlefield. Wang Li moved among them, his movements precise and swift, his attacks brutally efficient as he cut down anything in his path. His eyes, however, constantly shifted to the tides of battle, noticing the fractures in their defensive lines.