"Bastard!"
"Die, you vile beast!"
Some disciples immediately lost control, their hair bristling with fury as they drew their swords and prepared to leap off the wall to fight for their lives.
But before they could move, their fellow disciples beside them seized their arms in a death grip.
One disciple leading a team had bloodshot eyes, his body trembling uncontrollably. Yet he still suppressed the fury in his heart and said in a shaking voice:
"Don't be rash! Going down there without a proper plan will only get you killed!"
Several disciples immediately flew into a rage.
"Let me go, you spineless wretches! Look at what's down there!"
"Those are our fellow disciples, our comrades, friends, and family! Do you expect me to watch the Demon Race drink their blood and devour their flesh?"
"Our fellow disciples won't even have their bones left, humiliated like this by a bunch of beasts! Are you people just going to stand here and watch?"
"If you don't dare go out, don't stop me! I'd rather fight the Demon Race and die on the battlefield than be a coward like you, hiding behind the fortress and preaching righteousness!"
"You spineless bastards, let go of me..."
The disciples on the wall had now split into two factions.
One advocated fighting, with every disciple going out to recover their comrades' remains.
The other argued that they could not lose the greater objective over a smaller matter. They had to save their people, but could not act rashly without a plan.
Both sides argued and struggled, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.
Watching this, Lin Ke quietly gave a few instructions to a disciple beside him, then slipped out of everyone's sight.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield outside the city.
Seeing that the Golden Wing Sect