"Exactly. For the past month, the three sects have been bitterly holding on, while fellow Daoists who received the news cast aside old grudges and rushed in wave after wave to aid them..."
The Bearded Man's voice slowly entered their ears. It was true that most immortal cultivators would not rise early without profit, but that also depended on the situation.
For instance, right now, faced with a demonic disaster, with Demon Monsters from another world eroding their homeland, how could immortal cultivators possibly cling to life and fear death? Of course they would summon their own treasures and rise to meet the enemy.
Because the Ancient Demons had no use for captives. Either one's soul would be drawn out and one's spirit refined directly, or one would be refined into a demonized puppet. That fate was far more miserable than death.
The Ancient Demons' goal was to occupy this world. Whether mortals or immortal cultivators, they would spare none. Thus there was no road of retreat for them; the only path was to fight with their lives.
Who knew how many sects and clans of Cloud Province had suffered their poison? Although many still remained, the only ones strong enough to contend with the Ancient Demons were the three sects led by Baisuan Pavilion.
If they fell, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Thus, for the past month, aside from the three sects relying on the formations and restrictions of their headquarters to circle with the Ancient Demons, the other immortal cultivators—whether righteous, demonic, Confucian, or Buddhist, whether cultivators from sects and clans or Rogue Cultivators—had all been desperately rushing to aid the three sects.
Without their help, the three sects probably would have been unable to hold on long ago. After all, this time the Devil Race army was