Although Xiong Yi had led over ten thousand Creation Sect disciples here, and the Luoyi Merchant Alliance had brought several thousand Demon Race members to lend their strength, Zhai Xingzi and the others had still fallen into a hopeless plight against tens of thousands of demon soldiers and generals in battle, with hundreds of thousands more holding the field. Faced with such a dead end, the four felt no regret. All men were destined to die; even among cultivators, how many could truly live forever? Death could be lighter than a feather or heavier than a mountain. Yet whether it was a feather or a mountain was merely another's judgment. In the end, life and death sometimes lay in one's own heart. In others' eyes, Zhai Xingzi and the others' deaths might have been foolish loyalty, perhaps foolishness itself, but the four truly had no regrets! Before the intent of death, every Dao became incomparably clear, and the calmness in their hearts was truly the sail that led toward the Great Dao!
But Heaven never sealed off every path, and the Heavenly Dao would never betray those with crimson hearts. Just as the Biqingyu Demon King, utterly bereft of conscience, sent the image of Little White Dragon's suppression soaring into the sky to flaunt it, and as Zhai Xingzi and Zhang Daoran saw the human race surrounded by tens of thousands of demons, all their efforts about to run like water away, their resolve to die already set—killing intent as tangible as substance suddenly surged from another direction behind the humans. Streams of Primordial Qi condensed in the high sky into rolling waves of energy, pouring down upon the earth like a tide. Such a spectacle was as though hundreds of thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators had activated their mana