[Xuan Ming stood on the high platform, watching the New Generation Wu Warriors drilling below.
Their formations placed greater emphasis on coordination, and when attacking, they knew to hold back some strength to protect their companions.
Da Yi silently wiped down his new bow.
Xuan Ming: "Did you read the message Miao Heng sent?"
"Mm. She asked us to consider a way out."
"What do you think?"
Da Yi paused, looking toward Mount Tai, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.
"The Wu Race has no way out."]
All Spirits of the Prehistoric World held their breath as they watched Buzhou Mountain, ablaze with fighting spirit, within the heavenly screen.
The horn of the Witch-Demon War had already sounded. No one could remain untouched amid this tide sweeping across the entire Prehistoric World.
Bi Xiao trembled slightly.
...He said there was no way out.
Everyone knew that when Da Yi said those words, he had already cast life and death aside. Even if they fought down to their last soldier, they would never bow their heads to the Demon Clan.
Zhao Gongming slowly clenched and loosened his fists within his sleeves.
The Twelve Wu Tribes, tens of millions of Witchfolk, the Ancestral Witches entrenched upon Buzhou Mountain for countless Eons... Did they truly have no path left to take?
Yun Xiao gently shook her head, her voice carrying a faint sorrow.
There was a way out, but they chose not to take it.
She looked at Da Yi's profile on the heavenly screen as he wiped his new bow, calm to the point of near indifference, and spoke each word distinctly.
The words "no way out" were resolve.
Qiong Xiao muttered softly.
But Junior Sister had shown them a path... Scatter and hide, preserve the embers...
Yun Xiao lowered her