"You should think of a solution quickly. The demon lord is leading a large army of demons. I'm afraid that the people in our sect are no match for him! If we are not careful, our sect will be destroyed. This is no joke."
Hearing this, Feng Jiu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have already made arrangements."
The smile on her lips was tinged with mystery, making the old man unable to guess what the arrangement she was talking about was.
"But now we can't even enter the sect. What do you think we should do?" the old man looked at her and said.
Fengjiu raised her head and looked towards the sky. At the first moment, she vaguely saw a black figure standing at the head through the leaves.
Standing in the air with his feet on a flying sword, his black robe fluttering, his body filled with demonic energy, very frightening. That man was none other than the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, a demon cultivator whose strength might have long surpassed that of the Immortal Emperor!
With just one glance, the demon lord seemed to have sensed her presence and looked towards her from the sky. She immediately suppressed her aura and said to the old man, "This demon lord is too strong. Even I am not completely sure that I can defeat him. Moreover, the people he brought with him are also very strong. In addition, the number of demon cultivators cannot be ignored."
Hearing Feng Jiu's words, the old man glared and said, "Don't tell me that I can't do anything about you?"
Feng Jiu shook her head: "It's not that we can't do it, but this will definitely be a battle where we will hurt the enemy by a thousand and our own by eight hundred. Even if we drive them back to the demon clan, I'm afraid that countless of our people will be killed or injured."
The old man looked doubtful. He was silent for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Even if there are countless casualties, we must fight to the death! If the demon cultivators destroy the Xingyun Sect, I'm afraid this continent will be in chaos."
Seeing the old man's solemn expression, Fengjiu comforted him, "Don't worry too much. I told you before that I have already made arrangements, but the time has not come yet. Just wait a little longer."
"Still waiting?"
The old man glared, tugged at his beard, and said, "If we wait any longer, all the disciples of Xingyun Xianzong will be killed by them! Don't you know that those demon cultivators are already knocking on the door? There is a barrier set up by the demon master above the sect, and even an old man like me cannot break that barrier."
Feng Jiu spread her hands, feeling helpless: "There is nothing I can do. You see, I am alone, and I cannot defeat so many people! Especially the strength of the Demon Lord. Even if I try my best, I am not sure I can defeat him."
"What should we do then?"
The old man was a little anxious and worried. He always thought that Fengjiu had a way, but when he heard Fengjiu say that she had no way, his heart was in turmoil.
Is it really okay to wait like this? Will we miss the best opportunity to fight? The longer the time drags on, the greater the reputation of the demon cultivators will be. By then, I am afraid that before the battle even begins, the disciples of the sect will be so frightened that their faces turn pale and they won’t even have the courage to fight!
They were discussing in the forest when they suddenly heard a huge rumble. The demon cultivators broke through the gate of the Immortal Sect and rushed in. The screams of bloodthirsty people were heard at different levels. The disciples in the sect cried out in shock and retreated step by step...
Hearing the noise coming from the sect, Fengjiu rose into the air and leaped directly into the mid-air.