You Mengtian's loud voice resounded throughout the entire city of Hongjiang, deafeningly loud.

All the monks heard the news.

The Four-Party Alliance had anticipated this situation beforehand.

The monks in the city began to follow the rehearsal.

Those who should retreat should retreat, and those who should strengthen their defenses should strengthen their defenses...

This sound was also heard by the cultivators from Yuzhou on the Tongtian Ship, three hundred miles away.

At this moment, Lu Yang and He Jiuhong had just returned to the Tongtian Boat.

When he heard that You Mengtian had ordered cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage to stay and defend Hongjiang City.

A deep sadness flashed across his face.

It seems that You Mengtian and his group are truly determined to fight to the death until they see the coffin.

Thinking of this, he sighed deeply.

Seeing his condition, He Jiuhong said, "Elder Lu is currently unwell. I can ask Elder You for permission to evacuate everyone to Sifang City first..."

He Jiuhong's words contained no praise or criticism, but were purely out of concern.

The reason is simple: the situation of this group of cultivators from Yuzhou is simply too miserable.

Almost all of them were injured.

The injuries were particularly severe on those Nascent Soul cultivators.

Under such circumstances, their combat effectiveness is less than half of what it usually is.

He Jiuhong really couldn't bear to leave them behind.

However, after hearing He Jiuhong's words that she planned to evacuate them to the rear.

All the cultivators on the Sky-Reaching Ship immediately protested.

"Impossible! Even if we die, we'll die on the battlefield fighting the sea creatures!"

"That's right, I came to Qingzhou to fight the sea tribe!"

"You want us to retreat? No way!"