He walked slowly to Qian Gan, looked down at the group of losers, and shook his head: "Each generation is worse than the last."
A thousand years ago, your ancestors could at least shatter the Heavenly Path and fight to the death; now, you can't even stop the four of us?"
He kicked a broken remnant of a magical artifact on the ground, his tone contemptuous: "Is this all you've got? You dare to resist? I think the Cangxuan Realm is getting weaker and weaker, it can't even find any decent 'ants' anymore."
Qian Gan gritted his teeth, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Humiliation, anger, helplessness... a mix of emotions welled up inside him, almost overwhelming him.
He finally understood that the gap between the two sides could not be bridged by sheer numbers.
The opposing team sent four people who toyed with them like cats and mice, while the remaining eight people watched coldly from the sidelines, their eyes as if they were watching a boring farce.
"It's over..." a wounded cultivator in the Dao Seeking Realm murmured, his eyes filled with despair.
Even the strongest twenty-odd cultivators at the Dao Inquiry Realm have been defeated so thoroughly. Is there any chance of winning this battle?
The younger generation continued their fierce battle in the distance, but many had already witnessed the carnage on this side, and their morale plummeted instantly. The defensive line, which had been barely holding on, began to show signs of collapse.
Jiang Li's heart sank to the bottom, and her hand involuntarily reached for the jade pendant in her storage bag—it was time.
But just as her fingertips were about to touch the jade pendant, a calm voice suddenly rang in her mind:
"Wait a little longer."
It was Lin Zhou's voice.
Jiang Li was taken aback and subconsciously looked in the direction of Qingyun Sect, her eyes filled with doubt.
What time is it? Master is still making us wait?
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