Inside the sect atop the peak of the Yanlu Cliff within the Wanhuo Sect.
"Sect Master, something terrible has happened."
"I do not know where the Tingfeng Pavilion managed to recruit two Four-Star Dou Xian Mid Stage experts, but they are now at our gates. The guards at our Yanlu Cliff have already been completely breached by them, and I am afraid that the fall of this cliff top is only a matter of time. I ask the Sect Master to make a decision soon so that we may prepare to advance or retreat," Elder Huo burst through the door in a flurry inside the sect's Main Hall, covered in dust as if he had just returned from the front lines. He spoke with a solemn expression, his entire aura quite withered from having clearly endured many intense battles.
Ever since the Sect Tournament, their sect had been severely battered by other factions, followed closely by the disappearance of Xiao Gui. Consequently, they had become a rather tempting piece of juicy fat, treated like a street rat that everyone wanted to beat, with the Tingfeng Pavilion being the most prominent among them. After all, if they could seize the territory of the Wanhuo Sect, it would undoubtedly expand their respective forces by quite a bit. Therefore, the situation of the Wanhuo Sect was quite perilous.
"Damn it... A cornered tiger really does get bullied by dogs."
"How much combat strength does our sect still have left?" Sect Master Huo Yi sat in the primary seat, abruptly standing up with a furious roar before casting his gaze toward a weak-aired elder within the Main Hall. Just from this tone, it was evident that even when facing their current plight, Huo Yi and indeed the entire sect had not retreated in the