Survival for All: I can deconstruct projections and synthesize everything.

Outside the Holy Spirit Clan's sacred ground, a gray mist surged in like a tide.

The fog was several times denser than it had been three days ago, to the point that it was almost pitch black.

Those mists contained an extremely dense power of decay, which even the power of holy light could not completely dispel.

In the mist, three terrifying auras were slowly approaching.

Those were three ninth-tier beings from the Misty World: Dark Erosion, Frostbite, and Soul Devourer.

Each one possesses world-destroying power, each one capable of single-handedly annihilating a force like the Holy Spirit Clan.

The reason they didn't directly attack the Holy Land was because they were toying with the Holy Spirit Clan.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, they would watch the Holy Spirits struggle in despair and perish in fear.

Sheng Hui stood at the edge of the holy land, and the Three Saints Formation was operating at full power.

The pale golden holy light surged wildly within his body, transforming into a massive light shield through the blessing of the Three Saints Array.

A protective shield enveloped the entire holy land, keeping all the gray mist outside.

However, the surface of the photomask is already covered with cracks.

The cracks covered the light shield like a spider web, some as wide as several meters and others as thin as a hair.

Each impact of the mist, each attack from a ninth-tier unit, widens the cracks and thins the light shield.

Holy Flame and Holy Light stood beside him, also unleashing their full power of Holy Light.

The three powers intertwined through the Three Saints Formation, forming a complete coordination.

Holy Radiance is responsible for overall control, Holy Flame is responsible for energy output, and Holy Light is responsible for repairing cracks.

But their faces were all extremely pale, and their breaths were extremely weak.

It's been three days.

They have held out for three whole days.

The attacks from the Misty World never ceased during these three days.

The three ninth-level beings took turns attacking, bombarding the Three Saints Formation again and again.

The destructive power of Dark Erosion is like a giant hammer, and each strike causes the light shield to tremble violently.

The frost's power is like a sharp knife; each strike leaves a deep crack in the light shield.

Soul Devourer's soul attack is like a poisonous thorn; each time it pierces, it weakens the energy cycle of the Three Saints Formation.

Each bombardment caused the formation to tremble violently, resulting in countless cracks.

But they persevered, using the power of holy light to repair the cracks.

The energy from the Holy Light Crystal continuously flowed into their bodies, sustaining their energy expenditure.

However, their repair speed became slower and slower, while the cracks appeared faster and faster.

The Holy Light Crystal's energy has been largely depleted, and the once dazzling crystal has now become dull and lifeless.

Meanwhile, the three ninth-tier attackers continued to increase their attack power, seemingly having grown tired of the cat-and-mouse game and preparing to end the battle.

Meanwhile, the casualties among the living race are becoming increasingly severe.

Sheng Hui's gaze swept across the interior of the holy land, and a sharp pain welled up in his heart.

There, hundreds of thousands of Holy Spirit Clan members lay on the ground.

Some are already dead, while others are still struggling to survive.

Some of the fallen clansmen were corrupted by the power of the mist, some died in battle, and some succumbed to their injuries.

Their bodies were piled up together, and their pale blue blood flowed into a small river.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, a smell that was almost nauseating.

The survivors huddled in the deepest part of the holy site, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

They didn't know how much longer they could hold out, or whether reinforcements would arrive.

All they knew was that if they couldn't hold out until reinforcements arrived, death would be their only fate.

"Big brother!" Suddenly, Sheng Yan's voice rang in Sheng Hui's ears, his tone tinged with anxiety.

"A gap has appeared in the formation to the northwest! Mist is pouring in through the gap!"

Saint Radiance's pupils suddenly contracted.

He turned his head and looked in the northwest direction.

Sure enough, a huge gap appeared there.

A large section of the light shield shattered, revealing a hole tens of meters in diameter.

Gray mist poured in from the breach, spreading into the holy site like a flood that had burst its banks.

Wherever the mist passed, members of the Holy Spirit Clan fell one after another.

Their bodies were corroded by the power of the mist; their skin turned from pale blue to grayish-black, and then crumbled into powder as if weathered away.

Screams rose and fell, but soon fell silent.

"Holy Light, hurry and plug the gap!" Holy Radiance shouted, unleashing the full power of Holy Light.

He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The essence blood transformed into a pale golden light, merging into the Three Saints Formation and temporarily stabilizing the light barrier.

Holy Light nodded, his figure transforming into a pale golden streak of light as he flew toward the opening.

His hands traced runes in the air, and holy light surged from the runes, transforming into strands of light that attempted to fill the gap.

The light filaments intertwined, forming a huge net that covered the gap.

But just as he was repairing the breach, a terrifying aura burst forth from the mist and crashed towards him.

It was one of those three ninth-tier beings, Dark Erosion.

His speed was astonishing; the holy light had no time to dodge.

He only had time to conjure a barrier of holy light in front of him before he was struck head-on.

boom--!

Holy Light's body was blasted away, spitting out a mouthful of pale blue blood.

The barrier of holy light on his chest shattered into countless fragments, several of his ribs were broken, and his internal organs suffered severe damage.

His aura suddenly plummeted at this moment, almost dropping to the seventh rank.

"Third brother!" Sheng Yan shouted, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

He tried to rush out, but was stopped by Sheng Hui.

"Don't be impulsive!" Sheng Hui said in a deep voice, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness and pain.

"We are no match for those few. Rushing out recklessly will only lead to our deaths."

Sheng Yan gritted his teeth, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked.

His fingernails dug into his palms, and pale blue blood seeped from between his fingers.

He knew that what Sheng Hui said was true.

Compared to three true ninth-tier beings, these three pseudo-ninth-tier beings were no match at all.

If it weren't for the Three Saints Formation supporting them, they would have been wiped out long ago.

Rushing out now is no different from suicide.

"Hold on." Holy Radiance's voice rang out in the consciousness of Holy Flame and Holy Light, firm and powerful.

"Reinforcements will definitely come. Alliance Leader Lin Xiao is not the kind of person who would stand by and watch someone die."

"Until then, we must protect this great formation!"

Holy Flame and Holy Light nodded simultaneously, a resolute glint in their eyes.

Fight to the death and never retreat.

This has been the survival creed of the Holy Spirit Clan for countless years.

Either die in battle or bring victory to the tribe.

There is never a third way.