บท 812: Attack

"Set the formation up! Hurry, we're being overrun!" one of the Heaven Stage cultivators shouted urgently at the backline, his voice carrying the weight of impending doom.

The space of the Beyond had instantaneously transformed into a hellish nightmare. What was once an empty void, a silent expanse of nothingness, was now swarming with hordes upon hordes of Rakshasas, moving forward at incredulous speeds. They surged in relentless waves, shaping themselves into multiple swarms, each led by five formidable Noble Brutes that tore through anything in their path with brutal efficiency.