The moment Xu Yi finished speaking, Qin Kong stood frozen, as did everyone else.
"I'm willing to fight alongside Brother Xu to the death!"
Qin Kong roared.
"Wu Xiu Jia is willing to fight alongside him!"
"Wu Xiu Yi is willing to fight alongside him!"
"..."
"Bai Jizi is willing to fight alongside all of you!"
"Zhang Ji is ready to fight!"
"..."
Leading by example was worth more than a thousand words.
Xu Yi's words were moving enough, but what moved them even more was that he had called for Qin Kong to lift the restriction and let him fight.
A mere spirit-root cultivator was going to fight the skeletal demons. It was like hurling a blazing fireball into the hearts of people whose hope had withered to dry grass.
Qin Kong lifted the restriction, and Xu Yi charged out first. A mace, over a zhang long and weighing more than a thousand catties, appeared in his hand. He swung it with a whoosh, and several skeletal demons rushing straight at him were swept away.
Xu Yi had dared to say he would fight because he'd realized that the skeletal demons excelled at physical attacks and seemed to have no other sinister arts.
Meeting brute force with brute force brought them back to the body-tempering days at the very beginning of cultivation.
Xu Yi had scored a hit, bolstering the cultivators' confidence. Some hastily drew their weapons, while others took out chunks of strange metal and forged weapons on the spot. They didn't need sharp edges, just something that felt right in the hand.
After all, by the Calamity Tribulation Realm, almost no cultivator still expected to rely on the might of a divine weapon.
Xu Yi's mace, too, had been selected from Black-Browed Imperial Son's vast arsenal.
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