"Hurry and open the Formation; we need to take refuge inside!"
"As a prestigious orthodox Sect, Cultivators should assist each other. You can't just leave us to die!"
"I beg you, let me in! I'm willing to serve Lingbao Sect like an ox or a horse!"
"..."
Outside the Formation, news of the Bizarre Demons' impending attack reached the Cultivators. Unable to contain their panic, they pleaded with Lingbao Sect for help.
What was once a routine matter had now become particularly urgent.
No one wanted to die; everyone simply hoped to find shelter within Lingbao Sect.
The Breath of Stars Barrier remained as before, its Silver Star Force flowing like a celestial river.
The myriad curses of the Cultivators were all blocked outside.
"The Bizarre Demons are really coming!"
"AH!"
A Cultivator raced desperately towards Lingbao Sect, but halfway through his escape, his body sprouted countless vines and petrified at an astounding speed.
