Chapter 2265: A Heroic Helping Hand (1/2)

The senior executives of the three sacred lands failed to come up with any solutions Without ultimate treasures, it was next to impossible for theiven the level of their strength

Prime Puresmoke from the Martial Sacred Land spoke up at this time

“The demonic invasion is upon us, fellow daoists There is no way out Why don’t we call upon our inner fires and ainst the demonic army? Whether in or lose, we at least will have made the most out of a lifetime’s worth of cultivation Our deaths will be worthy in our ancestors’ eyes!”

Though she was a worit at this critical time Everyone knew there was no other way out for the three sacred lands

They ht have had a chance to flee the sacred land if the wood demon tribe had yet to embark on their mass invasion But with the entire tribe on their doorstep, and Martial and Abyssal conquered, it was too late for them to retreat

Since there was no other way out, why shouldn’t they fight the wood denity, then they would go down fighting!

Puresestion caused the cultivators from the three sacred lands to tense They didn’t want to face reality, but the ugly truth was staring theer escape

Would they die with a whio out in a blaze of glory?

When all was said and done, they arriors of the sacred lands Even the least headstrong cultivators felt the blood boil in their chests

The decision was clear One after another, they turned their gazes to Ziju Min

Despite his usual calm temperament, the Eternal forefather’s eyes turned steely beneath the influence of the tragic at ti as one So be it! I possess only ht to the death with all of you With the elites of all three sacred lands combined, we shall cripple the wood demon tribe, even if we can’t destroy theht Every demon we kill will be one less eneotten by history!”

“Say no ht to the bitter end!”

At the end of the day, the sacred lands were superior to second and third tier factions in both heritage and foundation They had been established by cultivators froin with, and had inherited the ancient cultivators’ conviction and sense of duty

Although Myriad Abyss’ constant decline over the years ate away at h to sacrifice themselves for the cause when the tiroup of deathsworn to destroy the demonic flora, Forefather Ziju,” volunteered Puresmoke “We’ll do our best to cut out the roots and stop the!”

“I volunteer to do the same!”

“And I!” People spoke up one after another