"Five... five Demonic Nascent Soul-level combatants."
"What should we do?"
"True Lord Zi Yun is at the Nascent Soul Mid Stage. Perhaps he can hold off two or three of them. Add in Lady Liu Ying of Moon Gazing Palace, and Withered Leaf City's grand formation might not necessarily fail to hold."
"That does make some sense. It all depends on True Lord Zi Yun."
The cultivators of Withered Leaf began discussing it in private. Zi Yun could not help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. One knew one's own household affairs best; his cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul Fourth Layer.
Yet that Old Demon Fire Ghost was at the Nascent Soul Sixth Layer. The gap in their auras could be seen at a glance. Faced with the cultivators' discussions, however, he did not dare refute them, worried that if people's hearts fell into chaos, they would lose even faster.
Never mind holding off two or three of them; that Old Demon Fire Ghost alone would be enough to make him suffer badly. He could not help taking a step back.
Lady Liu Ying arrived with a group of Core Formation Cultivators and transmitted her voice.
"Dao Brother Zi Yun, you must not show fear. As long as we can hold out until Sword Sect reinforcements arrive, Withered Leaf may not necessarily fall. That Red Ghost Dharma Idol will be left to you."
"Liu Ying..."
Zi Yun's head swelled as large as a bushel basket, but reality gave them no time to discuss a countermeasure, much less the leisure to care about his face.
Red Kite demonic cultivators had always been ruthless people of few words.
With a furious roar from Nether Demon Savage Lord, a hundred-zhang Azure Nether Fist Mark blasted out fiercely. The air let out a