"Aren't you going to save Mi Yan? Don't you know Blood River Blood Mother's terms? She told you to fight the sacred lands..."
"Shut up!"
Seeing that Mu Bai was not merely watching the battle from the hilltop but had now closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged, Qing Mao grew frantic. Never mind that Blood River Holy Mother would refuse to save anyone if her demands went unmet-if Blood River Demon Valley itself was breached and slaughtered, who would be left to save Mi Yan?
Mu Bai's emotions had yet to settle, and the clash of Dao arts just now had wounded his mind and spirit. Even if he wanted to fight now, he lacked the strength.
Li Muxue's battle against Xie Beichen represented the Mysterious Female Gate's stance. Although it was not yet enough to embroil them in a war between sacred lands, it inevitably gave people room to speculate.
Although the Mysterious Female Gate consisted of female disciples, cultivators on a battlefield were not divided by sex. Ling Jinyu also possessed a talent for commanding armies. Waving her sword and issuing orders, she led them into a surging, unhesitating collision with the Heaven-Worshipping Sect's army of cultivators, opening a second battlefield of carnage above Blood River Demon Valley.
In the sky, the female cultivators' multicolored robes charged and collided with the white robes of the Heaven-Worshipping Sect's hundreds of thousands of followers, like colorful ink staining an immense sheet of white paper. It was a dazzling, beautiful sight.
The outbreak of open warfare between the Mysterious Female Gate and the Heaven-Worshipping Sect was tremendous news for the Primordial Soul Sacred Land and the Li Dragon Tribe. If it escalated into a war between sacred lands, it could well reverse their years of disadvantage in the war across