"There's no time to worry about all that!" Zhou Qingyuan urgently cut him off, his voice trembling slightly with agitation.
"If we lose today, never mind whether the Ten Great Immortal Sects will still have a place in the Dagan Dynasty—even whether we can leave here alive is uncertain. At this moment, only by fighting with our backs to the river might we find a sliver of survival!"
Lu Wenhao let out a long sigh and nodded. "Fine, then we'll stake everything on this! Today, we'll fight with our lives and carve a bloody path out!"
At that moment, fighting spirit ignited in his eyes as well, and not the slightest hesitation remained.
The two swiftly exchanged a glance. Then, their hands formed seals at rapid speed, their movements flowing like drifting clouds and running water, yet carrying the momentum of smashing the cauldrons and sinking the boats as they chanted under their breaths.
As their hand movements grew faster and faster, the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth began to surge wildly.
Vast amounts of Spiritual Energy gathered around them, forming an enormous spiritual power vortex that emitted a deep humming sound, as though foretelling an even more terrifying storm about to descend.
A powerful and bizarre aura emanated from them, and even the surrounding space began to warp and deform.
Chen Ze sensed that aura, and his expression changed slightly. He knew those two were surely about to unleash some powerful technique.
But before he could make a move, spiritual power surged beneath Lin Bingchun's feet, and he shot toward Zhou Qingyuan and Lu Wenhao like a bolt of black lightning.
Zhou Qingyuan and Lu Wenhao's expressions changed drastically. They had never expected that Lin Bingchun, who had been missing for so long, would not only appear, but