The only survivors left were Sister Nine, Yi Old Five, and the leaders of the other powers. They had jointly offered sacrifices to a skull and were safely protected within it. However, this skull was obviously inferior to the ancient lamp and the lotus lantern. Presently, its radiance was already dimming.

Nonetheless, their despairing eyes were fixed on the several people in front. Only Xu Yangyi and the others… were Sister Nine and Yi Old Five’s hope!

“How are all of you holding up?” Xu Yangyi deeply asked the others.

After several seconds, Fahui’s voice was heard. “Not bad.”

His voice was quite low. The attack from moments ago had yielded no result. It was the greatest strike against morale. Strength was a word that wasn’t just purely realm. Neither courage nor wisdom could be lacking. A cultivator without courage was nothing more than a weak superhuman.

“If this poor Daoist… doesn’t slay this fiend, how can I face my two fellow apprentices who died for justice?!” Ling Xiaozi and Xuan Chengzi were silent for two seconds, yet they answered resolutely, their voices chopping nail and slicing iron.

Xu Yangyi deeply nodded, not wasting his effort again on something implicit. It was strange… very strange. He had completely received...