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The other Elders of the White Mist Sect struggled just as fiercely as their former Sect Master. Blood streamed from their wounds and frost coated their limbs, yet they refused to abandon their sect. They fought to the bitter end. Maria watched in quiet surprise and discovered their sincerity. Despite their earlier hostility, they truly loved and protected their home.
"Open the formation! Now! Now! NOW!"
The Glacial Mountain Immortal kept smashing the White Mist Immortal's face, but the Rakshasa refused to yield. He punched back relentlessly. Demonic flames licked across the frost armor before they vanished.
"Fool! He actually believes he can hurt the Glacial Mountain Immortal!"
"He's finished!"
"Kill him, Master!"
The soldiers roared and cheered for their leader, yet the master held back. He needed the Rakshasa alive to open the formation.
