The Demon Vine Minor World.
For months, the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's imperial heirs had pressed their siege. They broke through formation after formation and trampled peak after peak. Space shattered again and again, the earth collapsed, and in the end, even the spiritual and earth veins were smashed apart. Tens of thousands of miles around had become a region almost devoid of spiritual energy.
The great formation swayed in the storm, on the verge of breaking.
"We can't hold out."
"There's no turning this around."
The Tianji Daoist murmured, "Gu Linzi, we're going to flee. If you're willing, you can fight your way out with us to the edge of the formation and wait for the next nine-million-strong human army to arrive."
"If we escape and keep running without engaging them head-on, we should be able to delay them a while longer. Perhaps the battle our seniors are fighting will change."
As for victory, he had already given up hope.
The first army of nine million cultivators had been the finest force below Spirit Transformation that the Nine Great Immortal Sects possessed. They had lost. Without the advantage of terrain, they could only shelter among the stars, unable even to replenish their spiritual energy. Victory was impossible.
Taking Gu Linzi with them was also an order from the sects.
If Gu Linzi died in battle, the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect might abandon this place entirely. It would no longer hold any value, leaving them with no reason to hesitate when weighing its fate and helping those within the sect who wanted to abandon it settle on that decision.
"Alas!"
The Dao Children around him looked mournful.
They had had the misfortune to be born in a turbulent age. Again and again, they fled, fought, and hid in foreign realms.