"Don't let him bewitch you. If we don't join forces, he'll pick us off one by one sooner or later. So what if you join the Righteous Alliance? Our sects' armies will arrive in a few days. Where will that leave you then?" Qiu Liang was beside himself with fury, but he still retained a measure of reason and tried to win over allies at the last possible moment.
Zuo Lan's and Cen Qing's eyes flickered, neither daring to look at Qiu Liang. They hadn't helped Wen Ba earlier, and now they had finally found a sliver of hope. Did they look like fools who would resist alongside him?
"Elder Qiu, you're mistaken. Admittedly, I can be a little extreme at times, but only toward my enemies. I've never mistreated anyone who joined the alliance. They rarely even have to take the battlefield." Lin Bai looked up at the sky. Wen Ba's Moon Chase had already run its course, and he was locked in combat with Ye Song and the other two. Lin Bai casually tossed up a rope to lend them a hand before continuing, "Second, times have changed. Do you really think the Seven Righteous Sects or the Five Demon Sects will attack the Righteous Alliance on schedule after this battle?"
"..." Looking at the visibly tempted Zuo Lan and Cen Qing, Qiu Liang felt a breath lodge in his chest. He surveyed his surroundings. His own Void Insight Realm cultivators were all bound in midair by ropes, having long since given up and accepted their fate. Wen Ba was still struggling, but surrounded by three Mahayana Realm cultivators, his death was only a matter of time. Of the former Ten-Sect Coalition Army, some had surrendered and others had died. Now he alone remained to oppose Lin Bai.