"There was no way out, so we could only fight with our lives. Even if we blew up our Nascent Souls, we had to wound this damned fiend!"
"But... Fellow Daoist Wang must find a way to leave. Even if there was only a sliver of hope, he had to get out."
"If the Immortal Tomb did not close and the fiend emerged, the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land would surely fall into chaos. By then... no one would be able to aid Azure Star in its Demonic Calamity!"
The moment Lin Hezhuo finished speaking, Xiao Yue's gritted voice rang out first.
Without waiting for the others to respond, she pushed the cultivation method within her body to its utmost limit.
She was naturally heartbroken over Xiao Wujian's fate, but she knew even more clearly what choice had to be made now.
The only thing she could do at this moment was turn grief into strength.
"Blow up our Nascent Souls... Count Lin in!"
Lin Hezhuo nodded and spoke resolutely.
Han Yu raised a hand and gently wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes. His gaze gradually turned cold and indifferent.
He spoke no unnecessary words, but the rapidly fluctuating aura around him showed the resolve in his heart.
"Wait! We may not truly be at the end of the road yet!"
Seeing the three of them make up their minds and prepare to detonate their Nascent Souls to fight for a sliver of survival, Su Shi'er's voice rang out.
"Hm? Not yet... at the end of the road?"
The three turned their eyes to Su Shi'er, disbelief appearing on all their faces.
They had personally witnessed the terrifying strength of the resurrected fiend ahead.
Even Xiao Wujian's sword strike, which had cast aside his lifetime of cultivation,