"So, Old Mo, are we going or not?"
Gu Qingzhou looked at Mo Shang again, raised an eyebrow, and asked with a smile.
"Going where? Have you lived long enough already? If they can send out that many True Dharma Realm cultivators, do you really think the Myriad Gods Cult has shallow reserves?" Mo Shang rolled his eyes.
Every last one of them was a battle maniac, thinking only about the thrill of fighting. If the Myriad Gods Cult could send that many True Dharma Realm cultivators to attack the Falling Cloud Sect, how could it not have powerful experts guarding its headquarters?
"But we've still got you, haven't we?" Gu Qingzhou said with a chuckle.
"If I were going to act, would we even need to raid their base? Besides, do you know where the Myriad Gods Cult is?" Mo Shang was utterly speechless.
With the Mo Clan's resources, he could pick any guard at random and have them solo this so-called Myriad Gods Cult. There was no need to raid its base at all.
Besides, if Gu Qingzhou and his band of battle maniacs really went to raid its base, they definitely wouldn't stand a chance. In the end, he would probably have to save them. Somehow, he had become these children of fortune's benefactor...
"That does make sense. Forget it, then..."
Hearing that, Gu Qingzhou abandoned his plan to raid their base. Raising both hands, he addressed the others again. "Brothers, the operation's canceled. Let's head up there and fight!"
"Uh, wait, where did everyone go?"
But Gu Qingzhou soon realized that Jinlin, Shi Hao, Zhou Yichen, and the others had already vanished somewhere.
"They already charged up there, right after you said the operation was canceled..." Mo Shang pointed at the battlefield in the sky and