It was past one o'clock in the morning.
High above, only Lionel Yeager, Derick Winslet, Master Logan Trevino, and Frederick Trevino, and all the other True Immortals, were still holding on, maintaining the main array and the ninety-nine auxiliary arrays.
But even as True Immortals, Lionel Yeager and the others could not maintain the operation of so many formations for long.
The key was, they not only had to maintain the operation of the array, but they also had to repair the dragon's vein.
The consumption of energy was terrifying.
Everyone's body was shaking, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on their foreheads, and their faces began to turn pale.
"No good, Mr. Yeager and the Old Heavenly Master can't hold on much longer!"
"We have to help, otherwise the dragon vein repair plan will end in failure!"
Seeing this, the people resting at the mountain top clenched their teeth and spoke out.
