The Great Zhao Dynasty's Preparations, Formation Lockdown

Speaking, Venerable Tianhong did not wait for Yan Donghai to answer. His gaze swept rapidly over the people from Golden Cicada Temple and Wuji Sect.

The cultivators of the two sects did not speak, but their actions made their stance clear.

Buddha Essence and fierce sword qi driven by true essence shot into the sky in an instant.

Wave after wave of Buddhist Sect attacks and the murderous Sword Light of the Sword Cultivators radiated invisible pressure, pointing straight at the people of the Great Zhao Dynasty and Demon Shadow Palace who had only just escaped death and were now gravely wounded.

He had barely steadied himself and had not yet had time to catch his breath when he heard Venerable Tianhong make such a proposal. Yan Donghai could not help shivering.

Sweat covered his head and was just about to trickle down.

"Th-this..."

His lips trembled. Yan Donghai did not answer at once, instead hurriedly turning his head and casting an inquiring look at Cheng Jingfeng.

At that moment, his intestines were practically green with regret.

The Great Zhao Dynasty's strength was indeed no small matter, but nearly half its cultivators had suffered grievous injuries in that last impact. Now, let alone competing for the Inheritance Stone Statues—

At this point, even if he did not make a move himself, facing the combined assault of the Golden Cicada Temple and Wuji Sect cultivators, these people might not even be able to stay alive.

Under such circumstances, he had actually led his people to pledge allegiance to the Great Zhao Dynasty!

Wasn't that like the God of Longevity eating arsenic—courting death?!

By contrast, Cheng Jingfeng still wore an expression as though nothing had happened.

Yet his fists, clenched tightly and trembling faintly, were enough to show that his heart was