"Fellow Daoists, join me in battle. Slaughter these demons and monsters to the last."
"All disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, heed my command. Every disciple at the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm or above is to mobilize and engage the demons and monsters."
"At the same time, send requests for aid to the surrounding factions. Make it quick."
"Disciples below the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm, stay obediently hidden in the safest place and do not come out."
Now that it had already happened, all he could do was try his utmost to salvage the situation.
With every disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect mobilized, he refused to believe they could not resolve this crisis.
Unless the Demon-Monster Realm was truly getting serious, and every one of those dispatched was a Golden Immortal.
But Golden Immortals were not cabbages. Even in the Demon-Monster Realm, the number of Golden Immortal experts could be counted on one's fingers.
Yet if this truly was a large-scale invasion by the Demon-Monster Realm, then the Heavenly Sword Sect—and even the entire Crimson Wasteland—would be finished.
How could a single wasteland stand against the power of an entire realm?
The Demon-Monster Realm's strength was on par with that of the entire Earth God Realm.
How could a tiny Great Wasteland possibly withstand the Demon-Monster Realm?
"Fellow Daoists, join me in battle and kill these bastards."
With that, Jian Changfeng took the lead. His body turned into a streak of light and shot straight into the heavens.
He wanted to see just how many experts the Demon-Monster Realm had sent this time.
What exactly did the Demon-Monster Realm intend?
Watching the once peaceful surroundings instantly descend into chaos, Ye Lin sat cross-legged atop the Lotus Platform, stroking his chin as he stared down at the platform