At night, two figures clad in black armor and carrying long-handled broadswords stood before Qingxu Sect's main hall, which had long since been breached. Black cloaks hung from their shoulders, and two points of soul fire glowed from the pitch-black helmets they wore. A baleful aura swirled around them, leaving no doubt that they were cultivators of the Devil Dao's Ghost Spirit Sect. A great horde of wandering ghosts, zombies, and the like surrounded them.
"Fuyunzi!"
"Your Nascent Soul monsters have all been scared off. Your Qingxu Sect is at the end of its rope. Why keep resisting?"
"You'd be better off surrendering to my Ghost Spirit Sect sooner rather than later. Then you might still have a way forward."
"What do you say?"
One of the two Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators, convinced that victory was already theirs, stepped forward and began urging them to surrender in a sinister, chilling voice.
"..."
Yet Fuyunzi, a Core Formation cultivator of Qingxu Sect, said nothing. With his magic treasure, the Qingjun Sword, in hand, the white-haired, white-bearded old Daoist led the final resistance, shielding the Nascent Soul elders and disciples who had already retreated. He and the last few dozen defenders held their ground before Qingxu Sect's main hall.
He didn't rush to answer the enemy's offer. Instead, his face filled with grief as he looked around at the disciples who remained.
Just moments ago, the demonic cultivators of Thousand Illusions Sect, Spirit Controlling Sect, Demonflame Sect, and Heavenfiend Sect had attacked Qingxu Sect. They began bombarding the sect's protective formation with the Demonflame Sect's Demonflame Cannons, killing and wounding hundreds of disciples and bringing Qingxu Sect to the brink of annihilation.
In the end, seeing the Devil Dao run rampant, recognizing that the situation was hopeless, and knowing that Nascent Soul