Boom! Yuan Ganglie's vitality was completely sucked into that formation flag and reduced to flying ash. Beneath the thunderfire, the Wind-Thunder Formation Flag likewise crumbled into dust and ceased to exist.
"Vice Sect Master!" A wave of anguished cries rose from among the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect.
"Together, together, together we shall go! Fellow Daoist Yuan, do not rush ahead. Zheng is coming too!" After the goateed elder from the Mystic Ice Sect finished speaking, he followed close behind.
"I originally thought I would die with my eyes unable to close, allowing those bastards from the Battle Moon Alliance to seize the great mountains and rivers of our Moonwatch Cultivation Realm. Who could have imagined that the heavens would send the Palace Master back to us? After two hundred years of calamity, our Moonwatch Daoist heritage remains unbroken. Under the Palace Master's leadership, the Soaring Heavens Palace will surely rise again. My wish has been fulfilled. Palace Master, this old man is off!"
Huo Yuming threw back his head and laughed. His Daoist robe and body shattered inch by inch, vanishing into the void.
One Wind-Thunder Flag after another turned to ash, and Golden Core Late Stage cultivators vanished into nothingness. Yet the magnanimous spirit they displayed before departing left an indelible mark in everyone's heart.
Lu Xiaotian was likewise speechless for a long while. Everyone had something great in their heart. For some, it was their own path; for others, it was the path of their Daoist heritage. They were not all the same. Although these cultivators were nearing the end of their lifespans, most of them still had several decades left. Lu Xiaotian's thoughts churned as he watched this slaughterous war, and a sense of weariness welled up in his heart.
Countless strands of Sword Qi