Not every moth flying into the flame has the courage to die a hundred deaths without regret.
But if there is a reason why they must enter the fire, then even the most timid moth can charge forward fearlessly, even if there is only death ahead!
Clearly just two or three hundred people, yet under the resolve of death, the momentum they carry is enough to shake the heavens!
Enough to move any mighty ones of the Holy Mountain who initially felt disdain towards them!
Where righteousness leads, life and death shall follow!
Heaven can testify, the Blood Martial is the witness!
It was a gigantic boat emitting a blood-red light reaching the sky, carrying two or three hundred people, constantly ramming into the boundary array of the Holy Mountain, trying to invade, trying to rescue!
This giant boat was a defective item among the innate treasures, yet even so, every time it rammed into the array, it could still create some cracks.
