Inside the Grand Array, Zou Qi stared into Luo Fu's eyes as though trying to see whether he was lying, but he could make nothing out.
"You're not running? Then I won't hold back!" Luo Fu raised a hand with a smile and swept it forward. Two words floated lightly from his lips: "Get to work!"
Behind him, multicolored lights blossomed and struck Heaven-Supporting Sect's Protective Grand Array, sending ripples across it.
Heaven-Supporting Sect had stood for many years and weathered too many crises to count, great and small, yet never had it faced a situation as hopeless as today's.
The Scaled Flood Dragon battered the array from the front while Silver Light Island attacked from behind. Caught between them, the Heaven-Supporting Sect cultivators could not see the slightest hope.
"Senior Brother, retreat," Yu Hongbao said softly beside Zou Qi.
The Grand Array could still hold for a while, but under these circumstances, it would not last long. Once it broke, the Heaven-Supporting Sect cultivators would truly become turtles in a jar. By then, they would not be able to leave even if they wanted to.
"Retreat where?" Zou Qi's gaze was vacant.
Yu Hongbao's dry lips moved, but he did not dare speak those two words.
If they were to retreat now, they could only use the Heaven's Mystery Pillar to return to the Nine Provinces Main Sect. But if they did that, the sect's accumulated foundation of so many years would be handed over to others on a silver platter.
Leaving aside whether the two of them could bear responsibility for losing the camp, such an outcome was simply unacceptable to them.
If they retreated now, what face would they have left to cling to life in this world? What right would they have to call themselves Heaven-Supporting