Not only do the various cultivators and millions of people from the Southern Continent dread the downfall of the Taishang Sect, but even Su Yuan is unwilling to see it perish.
Moreover...
A cold and flawless white figure, ethereal with immortal beauty, suddenly flashed through Su Yuan's mind.
"I wonder how she is doing now?"
Su Yuan slightly lowered his head, an inexplicable sense of urgency rising within him.
"If I stand by now, how is that different from watching the fire from across the shore earlier!" As Xu Hong and others were all deep in thought, Master Yunhua spoke sternly.
"We have already been drawn into the Beast Tribulation; the root of this disaster is the Otherworldly Demons. Even Master Ge died fighting at the mountain gate. What reason do we have to retreat?
Our True Yang Sect shall fight to the death against the demons!"
"Fight!"
"Annihilate those demonic beasts!"
"Survive or perish alongside the True Yang Sect!"
"..."
