"Martial Uncle, I'm not seeing things, am I?"
Wu Yun'er covered her mouth with her hand, her pretty face filled with astonishment. Beside her, Ouyang Qinxin wore much the same expression. Though the three of them knew that after Red Cloud Valley had fallen, the Wei Family had seized it as their own and made it their new main headquarters, they still had not expected there to be so many cultivators here.
With a rough count, the escaping lights coming straight toward them numbered well over ten thousand. Of course, apart from the Wei Family's disciples, a large portion of them were bald donkeys from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect.
More than ninety percent of them were low-level disciples at the Spirit Movement Stage and Foundation Establishment Realm. For them to come bristling with killing intent like this was truly rather strange.
Just what was the other side planning?
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes. Were they trying to exhaust his magic power?
Lin Xuan's guess was already very close to the truth, but one point still puzzled him. He and Qinxin were both Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. Relying on sheer numbers could indeed wear down their magic power, but with the old monsters of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect doing this, were they not afraid of provoking a backlash from those below?
After all, for those low-level disciples, such actions were no different from marching to their deaths in a suicidal charge.
Everyone had only one life. Even a Nascent Soul Realm old monster could not possibly force so many low-level cultivators all at once.
Surely the bald donkeys of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect would not be stupid to that extent. This matter really was somewhat odd.
"Martial Uncle, what should we do?"
Wu Yun'er's voice entered his ears.