"Senior brothers! Senior sisters! This is no time to hide! The nearest Contact Elders are still half a day's journey away, and the others who are pursuing and blocking the Dao Tribulation still don't know that our Fallen Sword Immortal Sect has been attacked by it! So we're doomed! Do you understand?" I shouted.
The other elders were all stunned by this. Even the swords they were controlling slowed by half a beat!
"Zhao Wushuang! What did you say?!" one of the elders immediately bellowed. Song Ruo hurriedly added, "Junior Brother Sect Master! You haven't gone mad, have you?"
"Brother Zhao..." Yan Zhen looked at me in surprise. "I still haven't been able to contact them. They may not be in the Sect Master's Fallen Sword Immortal Sect region... We can't contact any immortals more than half a day's journey away from here..."
"So! Right now, only the thirteen of us can deal with the Dao Tribulation! The only things we can use to protect the disciples below are the sect's Grand Array and our own bodies! If we dare give way even once, not only will none of us escape, the disciples below will all die without a burial place!" I shouted.
But then one of the senior brothers muttered, "Once the Dao Tribulation has eaten enough Dao Fortune, it'll go back up on its own..."
"Shut up! If you say another word, I'll feed you to it first!" My expression hardened. Sure enough, the senior brothers and sisters were struck to the heart by what that elder had said. The mindset of "let a fellow cultivator die instead of me" began to spread. If none of these elders intended to act and allowed the Dao Tribulation to go down and eat a few weaker disciples, it would naturally