"How many of the seventeen human cities can we save?" asked the Dharma Cultivator of the Constellation Sect.
In Yun Pass, although the Sword Sect leads with the strongest power, in terms of total number of cultivators, the Constellation Sect actually has the most.
Dharma Cultivators are inherently the largest group in the Cultivation World, so it’s no surprise that the Constellation Sect, as the most powerful Dharma Cultivation sect in the Eastern Domain, has the highest numbers.
Because of this, almost every one of the seventeen human cities has a mber of the Constellation Sect in a high position.
Once these cities are completely lost, it would an the greatest loss for the Constellation Sect.
No wonder he seed to be the most concerned about this.
"The Demon Race moved too quickly. By the ti we reacted and sent reinforcents, sixteen of the seventeen human cities had already fallen.
Currently, only the Northern River Border, the farthest from Yun Pass, is uncertain. Our forces are already on the way and should arrive soon." The Sword Master of Xizhao revealed another heavy news.
Sixteen out of seventeen cities falling in a single day...
The cultivators present breathed slightly faster at this mont, but that was all.
It wasn’t that they were indifferent; at their level, they were accustod to life and death and wouldn’t easily lose composure.
With the matter at hand, they were more concerned with how to respond afterward and how to retaliate.
In short, the Human Race is set to suffer this loss.
The question now is how to minimize the damage as much as possible.
"The probability is high that the Northern River Border has also fallen," the Tribulation Crossing Dharma Cultivator from the Constellation Sect shook his head and sighed.
This was already a euphemism.
In his eyes, the Northern River Border was a hundred percent lost.
"The Northern River Border is the foremost city on our human front line, and its Great Formation is the strongest among all city formations. Is there truly no hope of defending it?"
Unwilling to accept that all the small and dium-sized cities were lost, a Tribulation Crossing cultivator asked the Sword Master of Xizhao, "Doesn’t the Sword Sect have a hidden few capable cultivators stationed secretly at the Northern River Border?"
He knew well that with the strength of the Northern River Border’s Great Formation, it could at most buy a little more ti for the Northern River Border, making it difficult to achieve a reversal in such dire circumstances.
The only hope was that the Sword Sect had secretly stationed one or two Eighth Realm cultivators at the Northern River Border.
After all, in terms of strategic position, the Northern River Border is the most important among the seventeen human cities.
"No, it hasn’t," replied the Sword Master of Xizhao.
His heart was filled with anger, yet also with helplessness.
The so-called capable cultivators refer to those who are cunning in their actions, whose cultivation has reached the Eighth Realm, who possess deep power, rich combat experience, and leadership abilities.
Manpower of the Sword Sect’s Sword Cultivators has always been extrely precious.
Apart from seven Peak Masters, the Sword Sect has a total of two hundred sixty-seven Eighth Realm Sword Cultivators, less than three hundred people.
Among them, those who could be called capable cultivators do not exceed twenty, which is simply not enough.
The Sword Master of Xizhao paused and solemnly said, "Faced with this situation, without prior warning and with no news at all now, whether each city can hold out until our support arrives can’t rely on prayers; it has to depend on themselves."
"The reason I called you here today is that each of you is a key coordinator within your respective sects."
The Sword Master of Xizhao scanned the face of every cultivator present with a calm voice, yet the sound carried a chilling determination, "Recently, the Demon Race has been moving frequently, and now they’ve launched such a massive operation. I’ve already reported this matter to the Peak Masters."
Seventeen cities facing simultaneous attacks is clearly beyond his capacity to handle alone, requiring coordination with the Peak Masters and even developing a unified plan.
And now, he was bringing the unified plan from the Peak Masters to inform these sect cultivators.
"The Peak Masters have instructed to notify you that all sects should prepare for warti imdiately."
"Those still in seclusion should be awakened and prepared to stand guard."
"Because... the war is about to begin!"
In a cold voice, the Sword Master of Xizhao said, "If not today, then soon thereafter."
A deathly silence followed.
The sect cultivators present exchanged glances, clearly not expecting that what was initially a large-scale siege without Eighth Grade Demon Cultivators involved would be elevated to such importance in the eyes of the Sword Sect’s Peak Masters.
The Yun Pass has always rallied behind the Sword Sect.
Thus, even though they were surprised, incredulous, and had a few complaints about making a fuss over nothing, in the next mont, they unitedly responded, "The Constellation Sect receives the order!"
"The Wujian Tower receives the order!"
"The Chiming Gate receives the order!"
"..."
One by one, firm and resonant responses echoed throughout the grand hall.
........
A mont later.
Nearly a hundred cultivators had already left the great hall, leaving the Sword Master of Xizhao alone, seated in contemplation.
Whenever he thought of the imminent war between Daoists and Demons that once turned the Human Race territories into a ghostly specter, his heart felt heavy.
The Sword Master of Xizhao was uncertain if, without the Ancestral Taoist, the Seven Great Taoist Sects and the Great Xia could defend the borders and the Human Realm this ti.
He only knew that the Sword Sect would fight for the Human Race to the last mont.
For the Demon Race to pass Yun Pass and set foot in the Human Realm, they would first have to destroy the Sword Sect.
"If only... if only another Sword Immortal erged from the Sword Sect before the war begins," the Sword Master of Xizhao murmured, deeply sighing.
This sigh was for himself.
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