Only to see certain scenes, as glorious sons and daughters of the Demon Sect charge against disciples of the Hundred Sects, in a terrifying and shocking conflict akin to locusts swarming through, with one attack and one defense. A re mont’s encounter leaves countless disciples of the Hundred Sects defenseless and falling en masse, their blood nearly staining the ancient ruins red.
What frightens the endless disciples of the Divine Sword Sect even more is a particular scene.
In that scene, the dense, overwhelming tide of glorious children from the Demon Sect overwhelms the landscape, like a mad flood rushing towards the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’, making one’s scalp tingle.
Even Ye Xiaofan and Nangong Jianchen, upon seeing this image, feel a chill at their feet, their backs tingling with the cold breeze.
At this mont, the images replicated by the sect elders not only show this, but also the near fever-pitched mortal battle scenes of the unparalleled Demon Fiends from both sides. Countless ancient Demon Fiends of the Hundred Sects and Demon Sect unleash their abilities, rendering the ruins heaven-dim and earth-dark, sun and moon without light, mountains and rivers shattered, blood even reflecting the void red.
And as a certain scene appears, both Ye Xiaofan and Nangong Jianchen’s gazes sharpen, their expressions slightly shift.
"Shiyi?"
Nangong Jianchen speaks first, with both of them catching a fleeting glimpse of Mo Shiyi amongst the unparalleled Demon Fiend camp.
At that ti, Mo Shiyi was roaring in a bloody battle with several Demon Dao Demon Fiends, his body covered in blood, like a blood-stained man fighting madly and proud.
What astonishes Ye Xiaofan and Nangong Jianchen even more is that around Mo Shiyi, it seems a large number of Demon Sect Demon Fiends are crazily surging towards him, forming a siege, putting him in extrely perilous conditions.
However, these images are only fleeting, and what happens afterward, neither knows.
"Crazy, these Demon Sect people have all gone mad."
Many new disciples of the Divine Sword Sect tremble at this scene, faces pale.
They realize that those Demon Sect disciples, when facing the Hundred Sects disciples, are surrounded by resentnt with bloodshot eyes, attacking and slaughtering crazily as if recklessly, without a single unnecessary word.
Ti slowly passes.
A quarter-hour later, the images and text above the Divine Sword Sect’s sky slowly fade away, until they finally completely disappear.
However, while these have dissipated, the vast waters a Divine Sect have quieted down completely, countless disciples of the Divine Sword Sect standing stunned in place, their eyes filled with shock, dread, unease, and horror.
Until a certain mont, an old voice thoroughly echoes above the Divine Sword Sect.
"Children, the Demon Dao has released a holy war signal to the Hundred Sects, this is what is currently happening in the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’. The images were replicated and brought back by an Elder, though what you just saw were events from three months ago."
"As for what it’s like there now, I, the old man, do not know, perhaps it’s even a hundred tis more tragic than what you’re seeing now."
As the old voice rises, all new and old disciples of the Divine Sword Sect turn to look where it ca from.
On the peak of the Divine Sword Peak, at an unknown ti, stands an extrely old figure.
The elder has a head full of white hair, a withered body, yet within that seemingly depleted fra hides a vast, unimaginably terrifying force.
After speaking, the elder sighs slowly, then gazes across the vast endless sect, his voice reaching every corner of the Divine Sword Sect.
"Due to the special circumstances this ti, the Sect Leader and all Supre Elders have decided that the right to decide whether or not to go to the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’ will be placed directly into your own hands."
"Those whose nas are on the list can choose to remove themselves if they do not wish to go, and the Divine Sword Sect will not erase their cultivation mories nor expel those who choose not to go."
This ans, even if disciples on the list choose not to go, the Divine Sword Sect will not te out punishnt, as the disciples being sent this ti are different from before.
Before, the disciples sent over were risking their lives for the purpose of honing their skills in hopes of finding their opportunities there.
But this ti, the disciples sent over are essentially going to ’die’, facing swarms of sa-generation Demon Sect armies, with over ninety percent seeing not a trace of an opportunity before facing this locust-like flood.
Therefore, the Divine Sword Sect is making an exception; even if they choose not to go, they will not face the previous two penalties. However, they cannot remain in the Divine Sword Sect; they can keep their learned Cultivation and Martial Techniques, bringing their accomplishnts out to seek their cultivation path elsewhere.
"Now, you have thirty minutes to consider, whether to stay or leave, let yourselves decide."
After speaking, the elder’s eyes full of helplessness, lets out a deep sigh and says no more.
At that mont, silence reigns over the Divine Sword Sect, whether the selected veteran disciples or the unselected new disciples, all fall silent.
That the Divine Sword Sect is making this decision at this ti speaks to their utmost empathy.
Yet surprisingly, as ti slowly passes, in the midst of the deathly quiet vast sea of people, no one voluntarily steps forward.
For a ti, nurous new disciples are deeply shocked, eyes full of amazent and confusion.
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