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After that, Lin Tianyang assigned an opponent to each of the remaining Sixth-Turn cultivators.

Each accepted his assignment with a solemn nod. No one refused, and no one backed down.

They all knew there was no avoiding this battle. One step back would mean plunging into a bottomless abyss.

Once the Sixth-Turn cultivators had their assignments, Lin Tianyang turned to the Fifth-Turn cultivators in the hall.

His tone softened slightly, but his words carried no less weight:

"Victory or defeat rests in the hands of us Sixth-Turn and Seventh-Turn cultivators, but Cangwu Old Ancestor has shattered Zhennan City's defensive formation. The Demon Race won't let such an opportunity pass.

"Once the battle begins, they'll attack the city in force."

His grave gaze swept over the crowd. "That makes your task vital too.

"If the Demon Race breaches the city and destroys our defenses, those of us fighting on the front line will be attacked from both sides and suffer terrible losses.

"You must give everything you have to defend the city. Do not yield an inch."

The Fifth-Turn cultivators in the hall cupped their fists and answered in unison:

"We will obey Senior Lin's orders!"

Li Xiao cupped his fists along with the others, though he was already considering how best to conduct himself during the defense.

The Fifth-Turn cultivators would face the frenzied assaults of the Demon Race's lower and middle ranks. It might not be as dangerous as the Sixth-Turn battlefield, but if the city fell, they would all be turtles trapped in a jar.

Just then, the white-robed, middle-aged man who had stood in the corner all this time spoke up.

Zhou Bai's voice was quiet, yet it carried clearly through the hall. "Speaking of which, Zuo Qianshan, a disciple of my Sword Sect, went missing while