"Not good!"
The Fifth Elder's face flushed red.
"Their attack is too strong!"
The Eighth Elder placed his hand on the Fifth Elder's back, channeling his own Spiritual Power into him.
"Fifth Brother, hold on!"
The Fifth Elder gritted his teeth, persevering, but the cracks on the barrier continued to widen.
The elders from several other Great Sacred Lands also joined in the action.
Terrorizing attacks followed one after another, and the Black Tower Barrier emitted cracking sounds.
The Fifth Elder staggered back several steps.
"Fifth Brother!"
The Eighth Elder hurriedly steadied him.
Resoluteness shone in the Fifth Elder's eyes.
"Old Eight, it seems we have to use the final measures."
The Eighth Elder understood and said in a deep voice, "I understand."
He swiftly took out an object from his bosom, it turned out to be a wooden sword with a missing segment.
The sword body seemed ancient, the broken tip jagged and unremarkable.
