The massive flying ship tore through the thick sea of clouds.
Several sect elders clad in Daoist robes of various colors stood shoulder to shoulder.
Their eyes were lowered as they looked down below.
Though they had made the painful decision to sacrifice the pawns to save the chariot long ago, seeing the young disciples of their sects being slaughtered as wantonly as pigs and dogs by Demons with their own eyes—
Even these people, who had lived for who knew how many years, could not help but feel waves surging in their hearts.
"Do not look any longer."
An elder of the Yuanshan Sect suddenly said, "The sect's inheritance cannot tolerate a woman's softheartedness. So long as we return to the sect and beg the Painting Realm ancestor within to emerge from seclusion and lend aid, we can rally again. Today's blood debt will sooner or later be repaid by Cloud-Dream Palace a thousandfold, ten thousandfold."
Hearing this, everyone withdrew their gazes.
Since they had already made their decision, there was naturally no room for regret.
Just as the Yuanshan Sect elder had said... if they too fell here, then the disciples and stewards below would truly have died in vain.
The Yuanshan Sect elder also withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "In that case, the time is about right. Everyone, make your move."
Elder Wusang in the blood-red robe snorted coldly. With a sweep of his sleeve, he was the first to form a hand seal.
The sky suddenly darkened.
A gigantic blood-red hand blotted out the heavens and covered the earth as it slammed down.
The several hundred demon soldiers blocking the way ahead did not even have time to scream before they were blasted into a sky full of bloody mist by that vast force.
Seeing