Seeing the army of Holy Spirit Warriors, Evil Wuxue's face took on a cold expression, but it didn't stop the army's advance. Glancing at the Spire and the numerous monster corpses around it, Evil Wuxue muttered to itself, "Still not enough, still not enough..."
Soon, the army of Holy Spirit Warriors had charged within a hundred meters. Only then did Evil Wuxue wave a hand, and its own alien army began to slowly stir to life. However, compared to the speed of the Holy Spirit Warriors, the alien army moved quite slowly, as if they were circling the Spire to protect it.
"Are they trying to protect that Spire?" the Lord of Light, floating in the sky, frowned and after a moment pointed at the Spire, shouting loudly, "All gods, destroy the Spire!"