Yue Qianchou did not join the fight. Instead, he slowly flew into the air and silently watched the situation below...
The area of battle on Luoxiao Mountain gradually shrank. Under the relentless pressure of the three forces, it was like a cast fishing net slowly drawing shut. Eight out of every ten Daluo Sect disciples on the mountain had already fallen. The remaining twenty percent fought to the death, yet they were still forced back step by step. Those who had lasted until now were naturally the Daluo Sect's elite disciples. But they had already retreated to the mountaintop, with nowhere left to retreat...
Many wanted to flee, but the black-clad masked men followed close behind the Myriad Demon Palace and Wangyue Sect like a filtering sieve. Air could pass through, but people could not. Anyone trying to escape Luoxiao Mountain was killed!
Death lay to either side, so they might as well fight! In their grief and fury, the Daluo Sect disciples erupted with formidable fighting strength. Surrounded on all sides, they even launched several countercharges. It was a desperate style of fighting—kill one and break even, kill two and make a profit.
These men had originally been the Daluo Sect's elite disciples, and their combat strength was already formidable. Once they stopped fearing death, they immediately inflicted considerable losses on the Myriad Demon Palace and Wangyue Sect. Several times, they actually broke through the repeated encirclement of the Myriad Demon Palace and Wangyue Sect. But the black-clad masked men on the outer perimeter were simply too powerful. Not to mention their seamless coordinated attacks, whenever several Tribulation Transcendence stage Daluo Sect disciples broke out of the encirclement, they were immediately besieged by dozens of black-clad masked men working together—and every one of those dozens was a Tribulation Transcendence