A moment earlier.
Amid ruins littered with broken walls on the outskirts of Listening Wind Tower.
"Jiang Zhi, go! We can't all die fighting here!"
Sixth Peak Lord Meng Qingqiu urged Jiang Zhi, who was beside her holding off another ghost creature, as she controlled her flying sword to fend off the ghost creature ahead, its belly as large as a drum.
Clang...!
Jiang Zhi forcefully smeared blood mixed with plum blood wax along her blade. The Golden Sword Shadow pressing down on the head of the ghost creature ahead, whose long hair covered its face, suddenly blazed brightly again.
Boom!!
Amid the thunderous crash, the enormous Golden Sword Shadow forcibly pierced a layer of spectral blue light surrounding the evil ghost.
Looking again, that spectral blue halo came from the enormous lantern carried by the long-haired evil ghost.
Rumble...!
For a moment, Jiang Zhi's Golden Sword Shadow pressed the lantern-bearing evil ghost down until its knees bent slightly, leaving it unable to advance.
Only then did Jiang Zhi turn to Meng Qingqiu and say:
"Martial Aunt Qingqiu, if we lose this battle today and the sect master dies, none of the Azure Profound Sect's remaining disciples will be able to stand against Yuxuzi."
"When that happens, what difference will it make whether I retreat or not?"
Meng Qingqiu was at a loss for words.
Jiang Zhi's expression turned resolute as she said:
"In that case, we might as well fight to the death."
As she spoke, she thrust her Sword Finger forward, her brows suddenly drawing tight, then continued:
"As long as we still have the strength to fight, every moment longer we hold out leaves a thread of hope for survival!"
Meng Qingqiu smiled helplessly.
"Why are all of you from the Seven Peaks becoming more and more