The black figure's pupils shrank suddenly, and with almost no resistance, he was pierced by the black heavy sword and died on the spot.
“Mu…”
Xu Xuan'er couldn't help but feel happy when she looked at that familiar figure. She opened her mouth and was about to shout.
Mu Yu had already withdrawn the Sky Splitting Sword, and without even looking at her, he drifted away and disappeared from her sight.
Seeing this scene, a tear hung on Xu Xuan'er's face.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a peerless young prodigy in the cultivation world of our land of divine origin. I don't know which force he comes from?"
"I think he was sent by God to save us."
The other disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect looked at Mu Yu's back with admiration on their faces and couldn't help but praise him.
"Hey, Senior Sister Xu, why are you crying? We are just trying to survive, so we should be happy."
When the other disciples saw Xu Xuan'er crying, they couldn't understand.
Mu Yu went all the way north. In the places he passed, countless strong men from the Necromancer tribe died in his hands, and he also rescued many people.
"I don't know, where are the master, senior brother, and senior sister?"
Mu Yu murmured that there were too many disaster-stricken areas in the Northeast, so the entire front line was very long. The disciples from the major forces sent by the Cultivation Alliance were scattered in various locations, so it was almost impossible to find a few people.
At this time, a relatively deserted city appeared in front of Mu Yu's eyes.
In front of the city, there was a fierce battle going on.
Countless Necromancers tore open the ground, like ants, and surrounded the monks of the Cultivation Alliance.
On the Cultivation Alliance side, Chaotian Palace, Lingxiao Pavilion, Fentian Pavilion, Qianyuan Sect, Duanmu Clan, Nangong Clan and other major forces all gathered here.
At this moment, they were retreating continuously, and even the city gate was almost lost.
On the city wall, a stunningly beautiful woman wearing a moonlight dress was standing. Countless pale white brilliance emanated from her hands, helping the many injured disciples below to smooth away their scars.
Using the healing technique for a long time made her look pale and exhausted.
Seeing that the situation in front of her was not getting better at all, but was retreating step by step, she frowned, and the look of sadness on her face was hard to get rid of.
"Master Yue'er, we can't hold on any longer. Let's retreat first." said an elder of the Nangong clan.
"Yes, our people suffered heavy casualties, and many of them were cursed. If we continue to fight, our entire army will be wiped out." An elder from Lingxiao Pavilion also advised.
"Can't withdraw!"
Shangguan Yue'er's eyes flashed with stubbornness, and she said firmly: "There are still tens of thousands of people in the city who have not yet evacuated, and our disciples who are seriously injured. They can't evacuate like us. If we leave, what will happen to them?"
"But if we don't retreat, we will all die. If we retreat, at least we can preserve the elite disciples and have a chance to avenge them in the future." The elder of Lingxiao Pavilion advised again, with anxiety written on his face.
If they don't leave, they really don't have any chance.
"Elder Han, if you really want to leave, feel free to leave. I won't force you to stay."
"However, I, Shangguan Yue'er, would rather die than live like this."
After saying that, Shangguan Yue'er flew up, rushed down the city wall, and fought side by side with the disciples below.
Elder Han and several elders from other sects looked at each other, and finally he said: "We can't die here in vain. Who is going to retreat with us from Lingxiao Pavilion?"