Madam Fayin was in a wretched state. On one hand, she feared Chen Fan drawing near; on the other, she anxiously urged the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect on.
In the end, after the four from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect exchanged glances, they still struggled to make a decision. Only one of them clenched his fists fiercely and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, hold this little beast back. I'll go notify the Sect Master!"
Upon hearing this, Madam Fayin finally breathed a sigh of relief, though she did not slow her flight in the slightest.
The other three Elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect froze slightly and said uneasily, "Elder Zhenyue, not even a Divine Soul can penetrate the Dragon-Breaking Stone. Unless you sacrifice part of your cultivation, it may be possible to awaken the Sect Master..."
Elder Zhenyue shook his head and said solemnly, "The Ten Thousand Swords Sect now stands at the brink of Life and Death. Compared to the sect's survival, sacrificing a portion of my cultivation is nothing."
"Fine. Since the decision has been made, we'll keep this little beast entangled. So long as we don't let that blood mist get close, we can circle him and drag things out until Zhenyue informs the Sect Master!" The three Elders finally nodded, their faces resolute.
"Elder He Feng, your Spirit Tool happens to counter his blood mist. As long as we don't touch the mist, we may still have a chance," one of them said quietly, looking toward the Immortal Sect Elder holding a fan.
Elder He Feng, who held the spirit fan, nodded gravely. He had indeed managed to disperse the blood mist just now. This might be their opportunity.
"Yes. We can't let our guard down this time. To be