If Sky City fell like this, none of the low-level spirit cultivators in the Yunlun Mountain Range would survive.
How could Ba Zunan fail to see that? Saint Slave's creed was against restraint and oppression, not against society or the continent. Naturally, he could not allow Sky City to crash down just like that.
What was more, the Yunlun Mountain Range contained Saint Slave's younger generation, as well as that batch of geniuses from the unaffiliated organization, First Pavilion Under Heaven.
By all rights and sentiments, these people could not die.
The rumbling grew increasingly ear-piercing.
Looking up, they could now see the rear end of that ancient majestic city, blazing with raging flames.
According to the original plan, Water Ghost was supposed to hold up the city.
He had to keep supporting it until Ba Zunan recovered somewhat, after which he could issue the second command and make Sky City stop in midair and hover.
But that would waste too much time.
Once Holy Spirit Hall reacted and Ai Cangsheng fired an arrow, Water Ghost, holding up the city, would be unable to move. He would have to take that arrow head-on, and death would be certain!
Though for the sake of the Yunlun Mountain Range's spirit cultivators, Holy Spirit Hall would most likely not fire such an arrow.
But...
Ba Zunan withdrew his gaze from the horizon and looked toward Xiuyuan Ke, who still possessed a child's pure heart. He understood that he had a better choice before him.
"Do you want to save them?" Ba Zunan asked with a smile.
Xiuyuan Ke froze. "I do, but..."
He looked at the massive city crashing down from the heavens. He knew that to withstand this impact, the momentum required would be no less than that needed for one sword