The speaker was a Third-Level Peak Divine Cultivator from the Cangshan Tribe named Zhong Yue. Middle-aged in appearance, he had the bearing of a righteous man. From the outset of this battle, he had joined Mu Bai's Dagger Formation, slaying countless members of the Beast Race in the skies and on the ground.
"We'll hold out with Elder Mu until the very last moment!"
"We'll hold out alongside Elder Mu until the very last moment!"
Zhong Yue's proposal swiftly won everyone's support.
Every one of them was red-eyed with bloodlust, yet they all understood that if the army swarmed toward the Soul Boats now, chaos would inevitably ensue, and even more people would leave their lives here.
Mu Bai had the same thought. Seeing their resolve, he decisively led nearly a hundred powerful cultivators into a single-line formation, fighting as they retreated. What cultivator did not cherish their life? Those who chose to sacrifice themselves for righteousness in a moment of peril were all people of chivalry and honor.
As they fell back and defended, the hundred-strong force gradually swelled to a thousand. They were all righteous people intent on covering the army's retreat with their own bodies, refusing to board the boats and leave.
Pressed by the beast tide, they retreated to the foot of the wall and began their final battle with their backs against it.
The Soul Boats hovered above the battlefield. The cultivator army broke through the interception of the birds in the air, and more than half leaped aboard.
Dao Zun Lu Ling looked toward the nearly thousand cultivators with Mu Bai. Her eyes reddened faintly as she choked out, "Jiayu Fort will remember you!"
Once more than three hundred thousand cultivators had boarded, Dao Zun Lu Ling hesitated no longer. She ordered the Soul