"Thirty million demons?!"
"How did they gather so quickly?"
"There must be great demons directing them from afar. They want to wipe us out."
"What do we do? That's thirty million demons! How are we supposed to stop them?!"
At these words, Hua Yang and the others' faces changed drastically. All their petty thoughts about Xia Ping extorting them vanished completely. If they could not survive against thirty million demons, everything else would be meaningless.
Many disciples of the sects fell into despair. Facing one or two hundred thousand demons before had already made the road ahead seem bleak; now that they faced thirty million demons, there was no chance of survival.
"It's over. We're dead for sure. There's no way we can survive—that's thirty million demons! Even one mouthful of spit from each of them would be enough to drown us. We can't fight this."
The hearts of the sect disciples sank into an abyss. This was a certain death trap.
"It's not entirely hopeless. If we can find a way to let the sect elders know what's happening here and activate the power of the Heavenly Secret List, perhaps we can break this deadlock."
"Stop dreaming. If there were really a way to let the sect elders know about our situation, we would have done it long ago. Why would we have let those demons chase us around like stray dogs?"
"Who doesn't know that once the Heavenly Secret List's power is activated, we can instantly teleport out of the Demon Continent? The problem is, those demons thought of that long ago. No power can be transmitted outside."
The disciples of the five great sects all shook their heads. Even Hua Yang and the others were at a loss, unable to think of any solution, because the disparity