"Everyone, this demon is already at the end of his rope. He won't last much longer. Please join forces to kill this fiend, and Demon Suppression Pass will always remember your kindness!"
Nie Jun let out a thunderous shout. Lightning surged around him, pouring into the long sword in his hand. Wrapped in boundless destructive power, it shot toward Yin Jiu You, whose body was covered in wounds, not far away.
Seeing this, the surrounding warriors who had come to reinforce them no longer held back. They unleashed their strongest attacks, each using their own methods in coordination with Nie Jun and Zhao Muchen, the two City Lords of Demon Suppression Pass.
All kinds of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy flashed through the air, intent on tearing Yin Jiu You, trapped below, to pieces.
Yin Jiu You was powerful, and his movements were exquisitely nimble. But he was facing so many attacks at once, on top of having already used a secret art that burned through his lifespan so he could avenge the Saintess by killing that young man.
At this moment, he was nearly at his limit.
"Your Highness, Saintess! I failed to protect you. I've let you down, and I've let down the race that nurtured me..."
He forced himself to stay upright. Even with death looming, Yin Jiu You's heart remained filled with worry for the Saintess's safety.
After all, from the perspective of this operation alone, their goal of disrupting Demon Suppression Pass—and even destroying it while they had the chance—had been all but perfectly accomplished.
But if Her Highness the Saintess truly perished here, then even if they completely destroyed Demon Suppression Pass, the operation would be meaningless to the Devil Race.
What puzzled him was that the operation to destroy Demon Suppression Pass had