The runes radiated a dazzling light, like a blazing sun hanging overhead, blocking every evil shadow and preventing them from advancing another step. Wherever the light reached, the evil shadows let out shrill screams, as though they were suffering immense pain.
The young disciple and the Mysterious Old Man stood to one side, panting heavily as they watched the fierce battle in the center. Although the Sect Master had temporarily held back the Evil Venerable's ferocious assault, the Evil Venerable was simply too powerful, and the pressure on the Sect Master was steadily mounting.
The Sect Master's movements began to slow, and his breathing grew ragged. He was clearly beginning to struggle. Seeing this, the young disciple hardened his heart. Ignoring his injuries, he resolutely activated the divine artifact once more, ready to give everything he had to aid the Sect Master.
However, just as he was about to make his move, the Sect Master suddenly shouted, "Disciple, retreat at once! This is not a battle you can take part in!"
The young disciple could not help hesitating. He knew the Sect Master was concerned for his safety, but how could he stand by and watch while the Sect Master struggled so desperately?
The young disciple gritted his teeth and ultimately decided to obey the Sect Master's command. He slowly lowered the divine artifact in his hand and took several steps back. Yet his gaze never left the Sect Master, and he silently prayed for him. Though the young disciple was unwilling in every possible way, the Sect Master's command weighed upon his heart like Mount Tai crushing an egg, leaving him unable to disobey. After a painful struggle, he finally clenched his teeth and decided to follow the Sect Master's order, slowly retreating.
His steps were exceptionally heavy, as