"Fellow Daoists, run..." The moment Shui Mingzi saw such an enormous Eagle Bat appear, though it had yet to attack, his heart tightened at once. Without hesitation, he sent a voice transmission.
Yet Shui Mingzi's voice had gone out, but Ao Zhantian, flying high above, and the other Nascent Soul cultivators showed no reaction at all. Still, Ao Zhantian and the others had halted their movements, each channeling their mana as lights of every color radiated from their bodies. Clearly, they had prepared to meet the enemy.
"Run, run..." By now, Shui Mingzi could no longer remain calm. He could not even spare thought for his status as a fifth-grade Yuan force Great Grandmaster and shouted aloud.
Hearing Shui Mingzi's warning, Ao Zhantian narrowed his eyes and replied coldly, "Fellow Daoist Shui, it is merely a Star-Opening minor demon. Why make such a mountain out of a molehill? Since our tracks can no longer be concealed, why not fight with our backs to the wall?"
Shui Mingzi truly felt both ashamed and enraged. He understood Ao Zhantian's temperament quite well. Before they had infiltrated the Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons, he had made it perfectly clear: do not vie stubbornly for victory, and do not place too much stock in one's identity as a fifth-grade Yuan force Great Grandmaster. The Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons was the holy realm of the Demon Race, but for humans, it was a realm of death. Yet even now, Ao Zhantian remained so arrogant, turning a deaf ear to his warning. This was simply not putting him in his eyes at all! A fierce glint flashed through Shui Mingzi's eyes. His gaze passed over Ao Zhantian and the Nascent Soul cultivators, falling toward the Moth Beasts.
After the Moth Beasts had been