At a moment when life and death hung in the balance, naturally no one cared anymore about the Young Master's cowardice.
Surviving the crisis before their eyes was what mattered most.
There was no need to mobilize anyone; at this moment, they were fighting for their own survival.
The cultivators all brought out their treasures and magical artifacts, desperately bombarding the silver tide in the sky.
All sorts of restrictions also began to take effect, and beams of light in every color burst open across the heavens.
Demon birds were being harvested without pause, yet their numbers were far too terrifying, stretching for thousands of miles, boundless and endless.
All their efforts seemed nothing but futile.
From afar, White Tiger City looked like a hard reef swallowed by a silver tide. A short while later, the tide receded, and the reef still stood towering and unmoved.
But the sea tide was also unceasing, and the next wave swarmed in even more violently...
At a time like this, only unity of ten thousand hearts could carry them through the crisis.
Let alone the high-level cultivators, even those at Foundation Establishment, and even rookies at the Spirit Movement Stage, were shouting as they fought to their hearts' content.
Aside from the defensive armored soldiers of Ten Thousand Beasts Island, the other outside immortal cultivators, the shopkeepers and clerks of the Marketplace's stores, and even Rogue Cultivators all came of their own accord to help defend.
It was not because they felt any belonging to Ten Thousand Beasts Island, but because the current situation was special. Once White Tiger City's defenses were breached, no one could hope to live freely and happily.
For the sake of surviving, even if their strength was as meager as floss, they would not begrudge it now.
Spirit