"Kill!"
A middle-aged man in flowing white robes struck with his palm, driving a demonic beast back. A longsword then appeared from his sleeve, piercing the beast's heart with lightning speed.
In less than a breath.
A Spirit God Realm demonic beast died beneath his sword.
"Sect Master, what should we do now?" An elder fought his way to the white-robed man's side and asked urgently.
Hearing this.
Miao Kong surveyed his surroundings. Countless demonic beasts had surrounded his sect.
At the sight.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Break through! Put everything into breaking through, and don't linger to fight!"
"What about the sect's foundations?"
"Abandon them if we must. As long as we survive, we can restore our former glory one day," Miao Kong said resolutely.
The sect's foundations!
Everyone was about to die, and they were still talking about the sect's foundations?
As long as they remained alive.
There was still hope for everything.
If they all died, the sect's legacy would truly come to an end.
Having received his orders.
The elder nodded, then immediately turned back to organize the other disciples for a breakout.
The beast tide!
As Miao Kong looked at the vast numbers of demonic beasts around him, his expression grew extremely grave.
Everything had happened too quickly.
News had only just arrived that the Demon Race was launching a massive offensive. Barely an hour or two later, the beast tide had already reached them.
His sect was a Spirit Domain sect in its own right.
Though its overall strength fell short of the major Spirit Domain sects, it was by no means weak.
Yet.
Against the beast tide, it had no means of holding its ground.
Just then, a savage aura shot down from the sky.
Immediately afterward.
Miao Kong felt his