Hearing Liu Wuxie's words, Xiao Hua smiled and said to him, "Sect Leader Liu, do not be hasty. As the saying goes, when hearts are united, even a giant peak can be moved. Though there may be no renowned cultivators within the Ruins, the unity of its cultivators is our greatest support. A hundred sects can resist the Devil Race together. If one year is not enough, then ten; if ten are not enough, then a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand! So long as a single member of the human race remains, so long as that person still draws one breath, we will never let the Devil Race set foot in the Ruins!"
"Good!" Liu Wuxie clapped his hands in praise. "With the human race possessing the spirit True Person Xiao spoke of, we will surely keep the Devil Race beyond the Ruins!"
"Sect Leader Liu flatters me!" Xiao Hua said modestly. "This Xiao is merely speaking empty words. On the front lines of this great war, it is the disciples of the Ruins who uphold those words with their blood and lives. They are the true backbone of the human race!"
"Indeed, True Person Xiao speaks rightly!" Liu Wuxie said admiringly. "This poor Daoist has always been thinking and hoping for powerful aid from the Moon God Palace or other realms, yet I never realized that the ones truly capable of resisting the Devil Race... were ourselves."
Having said this, Liu Wuxie asked again, "By the way, this poor Daoist has another question. Which Devil Emperor was it that trapped True Person Xiao that day? And what exactly happened in that fierce battle? Could True Person Xiao explain it in detail?"
"Of course!" Xiao Hua nodded and recounted the battle at White Cloud Temple that day. After some brief