"Why don't we do this..."
Lin Xuzhou from the Nine Nether Alliance said, "Let's form a formation on the periphery to see if we can dispel the surrounding black fog and bring Elder Feng and the others back."
"Not appropriate."
Ting Songke said, "The number of people from the Demon Path already exceeds ours. If we get entangled, another part of them could directly come to attack the city, what then?"
"But..."
Lin Xuzhou stomped his foot and said, "We can't just stand by and watch, can we? If the three elders encounter any mishap, aren't we doomed all the same?"
"No need for you."
Amidst the panic among the Core Formation cultivators, a deep and calm voice rang out.
They turned their heads and saw that Emperor Tianwu had already donned the Eight Desolates Flame Armor, his gaze directed at the dense array of enemy warships ahead:
"I will breach the formation myself. Fellow Daoists, just hold your grounds."
"What did you say?"
