The elite experts of the Great Dao Sect and the Qingchuan He Family surged in like a tide. The two Nascent Soul Masters, Yan Wuji and Zhou Zu Yu, led the way, with He Huan and more than ten Core Formation Stage experts following behind. Their aura was fierce, killing intent chilling.
"Today we'll bathe Flame Moon Sect in blood. Whatever treasures we gain, we'll split them as we see fit." Yan Wuji's voice echoed through the void, stirring up an excited uproar from the people behind him.
Everyone in Flame Moon Sect turned pale.
Ling Shuanghua gripped her Magic Sword, eyes like torches, her voice cold yet resolute: "All disciples, heed my command—form up and meet the enemy!"
Though shocked in her heart by the enemy's numbers and strength, as a Sect Master she knew she absolutely could not show weakness at this moment. Flame Moon Sect had stood for thousands of years, weathering countless storms—how could it simply collapse today?
