694 There Is Always A Plan B

From the general look of things no one was doing too well in their trials.

Even the higher ranking cultivators in terms of points were struggling to keep up the defenses.

The turrets were utterly useless in even making a dent into the barriers around the corpses, and the fortresses crumbled the moment the corpses stepped inside them.

Base after base fell down, leaving nothing but ruin and desperate looking cultivators.

Many of them complained on the unfairness of the situation, even those who spent every points to try and further improve the base. They all received humiliating defeats.

The Fire King himself couldn't help but sigh as he saw the fortresses fall down, not even the puppets and the turrets were able to halt or stop the advance of the corpses as he shrugged and simply let the base fall down.