"Master is absolutely right! It would naturally have been best if we had succeeded this time. Since we failed, at least we have accumulated experience for the other fellow cultivators of the Cultivation World!"
"Enough! Things have come to this, so we can only risk our lives in one more battle and fight for a chance of survival for these young ones."
"As for the few of us, however many can escape in the end, so be it!"
Elder Cang Feng nodded lightly. Once he finished speaking, his gaze sharpened once more.
The scant true essence remaining within him surged forth, and the longsword before him seemed to sense his will, trembling faintly without pause as astonishing sword intent spread outward in all directions once again.
The others said nothing, but they swiftly exchanged glances, determination shining in every pair of eyes.
Whether they were human cultivators or the three Great Demons of the Demon Race led by Xuan Jue, all had reached their current cultivation and strength through abundant experience and exceptional strength of heart.
Whether they were willing to accept such an outcome or not, matters had already reached this point.
Before Demon God Xuantianjun, even joining forces had proved insufficient, and they had suffered grievous casualties.
If they truly scattered like a flock of birds, apart from dying even faster, there would essentially be no different outcome.
Though everyone had come here with considerable confidence, they had long been prepared to perish at any moment.
All they could do now was exhaust their final strength and find a way to secure more chances of survival for the tens of thousands of cultivators present.
In an instant, vast auras rose from their bodies one after another.
Though they all shared the same thought, none of them hurried to