Mystic Spirit Island, Mystic Spirit Sect General Headquarters,
In the Discussion Hall, a tall, thin blue-robed elder sat in the main seat, his face stern and imposing.
More than a dozen cultivators stood on either side, their expressions solemn.
"Elder Chen and the others' Life Soul Lamps have gone out, but the Life Soul Lamps of the Great Elder, Elder Lin, and Elder Sun have not yet been extinguished."
A tall, thin young man in green robes said with a frown.
"Send more patrol disciples. Let us hope Senior Sister Qin and the others succeed as soon as they arrive."
The Blue-Robed Elder ordered.
Chen Yang, Sect Master of the Mystic Spirit Sect, was at the mid True Immortal Stage.
"Yes, Sect Master."
The cultivators answered in unison.
Just then, the entire Mystic Spirit Island began to shake violently, and blaring alarms rang out.
"Not good! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Chen Yang's expression changed, and he transformed into an escape light and flew out.
An enormous Blue Water Screen shrouded the entire Mystic Spirit Island. Shen Long, Chu Buyu, Shen Yan, Shen Mei, and over a dozen other True Immortal cultivators stood high in the air, their expressions icy.
"Quickly send word to the Wei Clan and request reinforcements."
Chen Yang ordered. At present, they could only place their hopes on the Mystic Spirit Sect's Sect Protection Array. As long as they stalled for a while, the Wei Clan's reinforcements would arrive.
"Give up resisting! Why walk down a dark road all the way to the end?"
Shen Mei said.
At her words, a great number of Mystic Spirit Sect disciples fell into illusions.
Chen Yang felt the scene before him blur, and his body swayed as though he were about to collapse.
"Attack and break the restriction."
Shen Long