"Don't be afraid, everyone! Fight this ancient devil to the death!"
The old man gritted his teeth. With things having come to this point, they had only this one choice left.
"Fight? Martial Uncle, how could we possibly fight him?" the girl's trembling voice reached his ears; she wondered if her martial uncle had gone out of his mind.
"If we can't beat him, then what of it? Are we supposed to just let ourselves be butchered? Even if there's no way out alive, we can't let this devil have an easy time of it. If he wants to extract our souls and refine our spirits, he'll have to pay some price for it." The old man's vicious voice reached their ears. He was afraid too, but what could he do? This otherworldly Demon Monster had driven them into a dead end!
He gritted his teeth and raised his left hand. A flash of spiritual light passed, and a blue Immortal Sword shot out.
It was even more dazzling than the red Flying Dagger from before. This was a top-grade Spirit Tool.
Then the old man called out, "Go!" and was the first to charge toward the enemy.
The squad of young cultivators left behind looked at one another, not knowing whether they should rush up with their martial uncle and meet the enemy.
In truth, some of them wanted to flee. Yet with Wang Kun's lesson right there before them, who would dare harbor second thoughts?
But if fleeing meant death, did fighting really offer any chance of victory? It was merely falling in a different way.
How should they choose? Everyone was at sixes and sevens. They were nothing more than rookies who had stepped into the cultivation world a few years ago, with barely any experience to