Listening to Sikong Jing's words, a bitter smile gradually appeared on Shi Douxing's cold and aged face.
He knew well that he couldn't blame Sikong Jing for this. Three days ago, following Sikong Jing's advisement, Shi Douxing had already discovered privately that the Qianyuan Holy Demon Hall was silently gathering forces.
But this battle was too terrifying; the Nidao Sect might face utter annihilation at any moment.
Yet, not fighting would lead to inevitable destruction because they lacked the qualifications to negotiate or even submit to the Qianwang Holy Tower.
To put it bluntly, the Nidao Sect was unlucky, dragged into the mess.
The real reason was not Sikong Jing, but the Willow Leaf Saint Manor had acquired the Qianyuan Soldier Fragment, and Su Old Demon's family was involved.
"Alas, whether we win or lose this battle, our Nidao Sect might find survival extremely unlikely."
After a while, Shi Douxing couldn't help but sigh.
