General Fu Dies Laughing

A massive Azure Boundary Flying Ship tore through the thick banks of clouds.

Several sect elders, each draped in Daoist robes of varying hues, stood shoulder to shoulder.

They lowered their gazes, looking down at the world below.

Although they had made the choice to abandon the pawns to save the chariot long ago, seeing their own young juniors slaughtered by demons like pigs and dogs still stirred waves of turmoil in the hearts of those who had lived for countless years.

"Look no further."

The Yuan Mountain Sect elder suddenly spoke, "The inheritance of the sect cannot be compromised by womanly benevolence. Once we return to the sect and beg the ancestors in the Painting Realm to emerge from seclusion to support us, we can regroup. This blood debt today will be repaid by Cloud Dream Palace a thousand times over sooner or later."

Hearing this, the group withdrew their gazes one after another.

Since the decision had been made, there was naturally no room for regret.

Just as the Yuan Mountain Sect elder said... if they were to fall here as well, the disciples and deacons below would truly have died in vain.

The Yuan Mountain Sect elder also pulled back his gaze, speaking with indifference, "Since that is the case, the time is right. Everyone, do it."

Elder Wusang, clad in blood-red robes, let out a cold snort. He waved his wide sleeves and was the first to form a hand seal.

The sky suddenly darkened.

A blood-red hand, vast enough to blot out the sun, slammed down with a thunderous roar.

The hundreds of Demon Soldiers blocking the path ahead didn't even have time to scream before they were blasted into clouds of blood mist by this overwhelming aura.

Seeing this, the other Dao Sect elders