The senior on whom they had pinned such high hopes was actually a Third Tribulation Loose Immortal? Though it was only a minor realm apart, the difference between them was like heaven and earth.
This was completely over. They had been counting on the senior to turn the tide against the wind, but now? Forget turning the tide—this time, they had capsized in a gutter. There was truly nothing to be done.
"Fellow Daoist, you've truly dragged me into misery."
Chenyangzi turned to Tianjizi with a bitter smile. This time, it was merely a complaint. The overall situation had already been decided; nothing they said could change the outcome.
Tianjizi also felt quite embarrassed. Everyone's deaths this time had something to do with him.
"You humans truly have cheap bones. Every time we beat you into submission, yet every time you insist on resisting. Why?"
"Wouldn't it be better to just hide quietly? Besides, what's wrong with surrendering?"
"Why must you resist? Even if it means death, even if it means failure, you still insist on courting death. I truly don't understand why you care so little for your own lives."
The general standing in the very center sighed, then waved his hand. At once, the army behind him formed one military formation after another, encircling the two elders and the cultivators around them in the middle.
A massacre was about to begin.
"A pack of clay chickens and porcelain dogs. Die."
At that moment, an enraged roar came from the distance. In an instant, beams of divine light flashed forth, piercing heaven and earth and illuminating the entire sky.
Terrifying ripples of aura immediately swept over them, causing wrinkles to appear in the surrounding space.
The next moment, blood staining the corner of his mouth, Old Garden walked toward