No one had any confidence, but with matters having come to this, they could only grit their teeth and hold on.
Everyone was hoping for a miracle, though they also knew that was impossible.
What they could rely on now was this final formation, which could still provide them with a little shelter. But that seemingly thick light curtain was constantly weakening under the enemy's frenzied assault.
If this continued, the outcome still would not change in the slightest.
Falling seemed already irreversible.
Sorrow surfaced on most of the Cloud Hidden Sect cultivators' faces.
No matter how high or low their cultivation, reaching this point had not been easy. Who would be willing to fall? The problem was that now, they simply could not see even the faintest hope of survival.
"We'll stake it all!"
Chen Yu bit her pearly teeth. She was merely a trifling Core Condensation Realm cultivator.
That she had managed to survive until now already counted as an anomaly, or rather, her luck had truly been quite good. Yet her good fortune ended here. Once this final formation was broken, a cultivator at her realm would certainly fall in a single encounter.
There would not even be room to struggle!
Chen Yu's heart was filled with extreme sorrow. She tried hard to release her divine sense, searching among the enemies of the Three Sects Alliance to see whether there was any cultivator she could just barely match.
She did not want her death to be meaningless.
Even if she was destined not to live, she had to drag someone down with her first.
Yet finding a suitable target was not so easy. The Three Sects Alliance had experts like clouds and fierce generals like rain; those sent to fight over the mineral vein were all elite