"What you need most right now isn't to stand here talking nonsense. It's to cultivate."
Jiang Ping An spoke coldly, then turned and flew toward the portal.
But as soon as he turned away, the chill left his face. Only reluctance and guilt remained in his eyes.
Truthfully, he did not want to risk his life on the front lines.
But if everyone refused to go, then when the Demon Race finally broke into the Immortal Realm, they would all lose the lives they lived in freedom.
All he could do now was head to the front lines and fight alongside the others to buy more time for those behind them.
Then, even if the Demon Race reached the Immortal Realm one day, they would have the strength to protect themselves.
As they watched Jiang Ping An's slender figure recede, a tangle of emotions filled their hearts.
This man had always stood in front of them. From the Barren Realm to the Immortal Realm, he had shouldered every burden himself, thinking only of how to give everyone a better life. Never once had he thought of making things easier for himself.
They could do nothing now but cultivate with all their might, so that one day they could walk beside him.
News that the Demon Race had breached the defensive line soon spread to the major forces across the Immortal Realm's four branches.
Some chose to rush to the front lines. Others retreated, putting as much distance as they could between themselves and the Demon Domain.
The last time Jiang Ping An had come to the Demon Domain, he had fled there while being hunted by a Heavenly Immortal from the Yin Yang Divine Hall.
There, he had met the Human Emperor, a senior from the Barren Realm. To protect