The pressure around Sun Tianhan's group kept building.
Word had already reached them that Qiu Feng's reinforcements were on the move. If they couldn't crush Wen Renxiu's team soon, the fight against the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace would end in disaster.
And if that happened, they might not even leave with their lives.
We don't have much time. If we can't win fast, we'll have to pull back, Sun Tianhan thought grimly. He had no intention of throwing his life away or dragging the Purple Crest Immortal Sect into deeper losses.
As long as he lived, there would always be another chance—another spark to reignite the sect's future. But if they all died here, the Purple Crest Immortal Sect's Nirvana Peering realm ranks would be gutted, and the sect itself might never recover.
