However, the reinforcements from the Heavenly Alliance have yet to arrive.

It's obvious they can't send anyone else.

This wasn't the first time Lin Bo and the other cultivators from the Heavenly Dao Alliance had encountered this situation.

In their countless battles against the sea creatures, they had only been able to receive a call for help very few times.

In this situation, what they usually do is retreat.

"Let's retreat. If we drag this out any longer, we'll all die here."

The blue-robed monk offered further advice from the side.

He knew that if they continued to drag this out, they would all die here.

Hearing his words, Lin Bo forgot to glance at the endless sea monster soldiers.

Then he looked down at the Azure Mist City beneath his feet.

Because the sea creatures arrived suddenly.

The people of Qinglan City didn't even have time to leave.

At this time, all the people, regardless of age or gender, were on the city wall, doing their best to help defend against the sea creatures' attack.

Lin Bo knew that if they left now...

The people below will all be slaughtered by the sea creatures.

He had been through many things like this before.

As a cultivator, he was unable to fulfill his mission of protecting the territory and ensuring the safety of the people.

This filled him with a deep sense of frustration.

Seeing this, the blue-robed cultivator beside him advised, "As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback. There's no point in us staying here..."

The blue-robed monk was telling the truth.

In reality, those cultivators who can remain in the Heavenly Dao Alliance, or even fight on the front lines against the Sea Clan, are the ones who truly stand out.

They were all passionate and compassionate people.

Those selfish and self-serving cultivators had already fled to other states and counties at the very beginning of the war.

A city was about to be slaughtered by the sea creatures.

His distress was no less than Lin Bo's.

"Sigh," Lin Bo sighed. He knew exactly what the blue-robed monk was saying.

However, he still wanted to try his best to stall for a while.

To fight for the lives of the people beneath our feet.

Even if the hope is slim...

Seeing Lin Bo's reaction, the blue-robed cultivator shook his head, said nothing more, and didn't bring up the matter of leaving again.

Instead, they joined Lin Bo in continuing to resist the surging tide of demon soldiers...

However, as time passed, it gradually became evening.

The two had been fighting fiercely for a day, and the intense use of magic had caused their Qi Seas to show signs of drying up.

As the spiritual energy stored in their dantian became increasingly scarce.

The speed at which supernatural powers were condensed was less than half of what it was at the beginning.

However, the sea monsters continued to surge forth from the waters of the lake, endless and without end...

But the rescue they were waiting for never came.

In this situation, both of them knew there was no hope...

"Let's go... If we keep dragging this out, we'll both be in deep trouble when those sea monster generals come up!"

The blue-robed monk spoke up again to persuade him.

His divine sense had already detected several powerful auras lurking nearby.

Needless to say, these were the sea monster generals waiting to ambush them.

At this moment, his face was pale, his blue robe was torn with several large holes, and he looked extremely disheveled, not at all like a Golden Core cultivator.

"Hold on a little longer... just a little longer..."

Lin Bo kept muttering to himself, his eyes filled with deep resentment, almost as if he had become possessed.

His current condition was no better than that of the blue-robed monk.

Her black hair was disheveled, her clothes were stained with blood, and the aura emanating from her body was elusive.

It was clearly at its last gasp.

Seeing this, the blue-robed cultivator shook his head: "Stop trying to hold on. If we keep going, we'll both end up here too."

His voice was filled with sorrow.

However, just as the two were talking, a figure exuding a violent aura appeared in the distance.

This is a conch shell with two long tentacles and two blood-red eyes at the tips, its gaze fierce.

On its back is a huge, conical shell, like a small mountain, painted with pale purple patterns.

Bathed in the setting sun, it emitted a faint glow, eerily beautiful.

"Purple Sword Conch, a demon general in the late Golden Core stage!"

The blue-robed cultivator couldn't help but exclaim in surprise the moment he saw the giant conch.

They had long heard of the Purple Sword Snail's reputation.

Its defensive and combat capabilities are unparalleled among all the demon generals.

Rumors suggest that it even has the potential to become a powerful demon.

From west to east, along this route, at least a dozen Golden Core cultivators have lost their lives at its hands.

He even earned the title of "Golden Core Killer".

Both Lan Yi and Lin Bo are cultivators at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

They are all depleted of spiritual energy and weakened by blood and qi.

They were no match for the Purple Sword Snail.

Therefore, the blue-robed cultivator roared at Lin Bo the moment he saw the Purple Sword Conch.

"Hurry up, or they'll really come..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Lin Bo interrupted him.

"You should leave... I want to stay!"

Lin Bo's voice was flat.

At this moment, the madness in his eyes had disappeared.

All that remained was a sense of calm acceptance of death.

Upon hearing this, disbelief flashed in the eyes of the man in blue.

Although the Purple Sword Conch is powerful, it is at a disadvantage in terms of speed, so if the two of them run away, they have a good chance of escaping.

"Are you crazy?"

He exclaimed in surprise, grabbed Lin Bo by the collar, and was about to fly away.

However, Lin Bo forcefully pried his hands off, saying, "I don't want to run away anymore!"

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