Although they had lost Spirit Eye Lake, as long as they defeated this little fellow surnamed Lin and survived the crisis before them, they would naturally have a chance to regroup and make a comeback.
As the saying went, a centipede dies but does not stiffen; though Sword Lake Palace had suffered heavy blows one after another, it had, after all, been passed down from ancient times, and its foundations were extremely deep, far beyond what ordinary sects or clans could compare with.
If they had not still held hope for Sword Lake Palace, why would these Spirit Division Stage Cultivators have stayed here? With their strength, the whole world was open to them.
From this point alone, one could see how extraordinary Sword Lake Palace was. Had it been any other sect or clan, the tree would long since have fallen and the monkeys scattered.
That said, those Spirit Division Stage elders who remained were still uneasy. The Sword Domain was certainly no small matter, but this Lin boy's strength was also unexpectedly extreme. Whether their sect could survive the crisis before them was truly hard to say.
At the very least, they had no absolute certainty. By staying here, they were indeed taking no small risk.
"Senior Brother Sect Master, do you think Martial Uncle can defeat that Lin boy?" At last, someone could not help but speak, his voice and tone filled with anxiety.
"This..."
When the Immortal-looking Elder heard this, a few traces of hesitation could not help but appear on his face. Only after a long while did he sigh, his voice full of uncertainty and desolation. "I do not know."
"You do not know."
The other Spirit Division Stage cultivators were shocked.
Although their realms were roughly the same, the sect master's strength far