"Alright."
Tang Feng nodded lightly.
"Let's go."
Ye Lin took Tang Feng and stepped forward. The two vanished from the great hall in an instant.
"Alliance Leader, we can't hold them back anymore."
"The three major powers have dispatched a full eighteen Daluo Golden Immortals to besiege us."
"What should we do?"
In the Void outside a massive canyon in Heavenly March Prefecture, countless figures stood suspended in the air.
With their hands clasped behind their backs, those figures gazed indifferently at the canyon.
Within the canyon, countless cultivators were tightly surrounded, unable to take even a single step outside.
One of the young men in white turned to the elder beside him and asked softly.
The elder said nothing, merely gazing silently ahead.
Eighteen Daluo Golden Immortals?
They had ten Daluo Golden Immortals on their side, at least.
But the other side had five Quasi-Saints, while they had only one.
How were they supposed to fight this?
"Old bastard, today, dead or alive, you're finished."
At that moment, an exceedingly arrogant voice rang out from the sky.
As the words fell, the elder sighed softly.
"Heavenly March Prefecture is so vast. Why must you slaughter us all? Why won't you leave us a way to live?"
The elder looked at the five figures in the distance and asked quietly.
His words were filled with helplessness.
"Heh, not leaving you room to survive? How do you even have the nerve to say that?"
"Your so-called Rogue Cultivator Alliance plunders resources everywhere and constantly trespasses into our territories without permission, yet now you're telling me that we're the ones denying you a way to live?"
"That territory belongs to us."
"The Rogue Cultivator Alliance was never an orthodox faction to begin with. Where did you get territory from?"
After that exchange