Fang Xun Dies for His People

Visible, tangible pressure often carried more weight than all the pale words in the world.

Hearing this, the people fell into panic again. Ignoring their exhaustion, they struggled onward toward the summit.

Though the mountaintop was already packed with people.

The black qi surged like a tide, its level rising visibly. Despair quietly spread through the crowd.

"Where are the officials of East Mountain? Come with me and hold back the Heavenly Dao Severed Qi!" Fang Xun's steady voice rang out. Ordinary people had no way to resist the Heavenly Dao Severed Qi, and hesitation flashed across many officials' faces. Yet dozens of them answered together and landed beside him.

They followed Fang Xun to the edge of the rising black qi, using their Lizheng as a barrier to hold back the Severed Qi. But even Fang Xun, the strongest among them, had reached only the Spiritual Resonance Realm.

Even giving everything they had, they could barely hold it back an inch.

Their strength was a cup of water against a cartload of burning fire. After only a moment's delay, the Heavenly Dao Severed Qi surged upward again. It tore through their seal, forcing them back step by step.

Led by Fang Xun, they gritted their teeth and held on.

Though they kept retreating, they did at least slow the rise of the Heavenly Dao Severed Qi a little.

Yet it all seemed futile.

At eleven that night, as darkness was about to fall.

The black qi had reached the summit.

It was only inches from the gathered people, as though it would swallow them all in the next instant.

Cries of despair rose on every side.

That was when Fang Xun stepped forward again.

He spoke loudly, without fear or hesitation.

"We have nowhere left to retreat!"

"Behind us