Although the Flying Immortal Altar is certainly extremely perilous, full of endless dangers, entering it is undoubtedly a matter of Nine Deaths and one life.
However, this still hasn't shaken Wang Qiutian's determination. Wang Qiutian gritted his teeth and resolutely said, "No matter what, we've come this far, and there's no reason to retreat. Life or death depends on fate. If the Path of the Immortals is cut off, there's no one to blame but ourselves for lacking fortune. Life or death, let's leave it to this gamble."
"Let's fight. We don't hope for gaining immortal fate, but we absolutely cannot retreat." Miao Li and the others were all high in spirits.
Feeling everyone's fighting spirit, Tangyu's own spirit was igniting too: "Let's fight. Since we've made it this far, then I have reason to believe that the final victory will surely be ours. No matter how hard the road ahead is, we'll eventually break through."
