The youngest in age and appearance, Liancheng, was now extremely somber, even experiencing a faint illusion of panic, making his steps heavy.
Pa!
An old hand landed on his shoulder.
Liancheng turned to look, it was none other than Senior Brother Mo.
However, the usually dignified Sect Master Senior Brother's eyes now held a hint of encouragement.
"Don't worry, we've prepared sufficiently for this battle, we can win."
Liancheng's voice was hoarse as he said, "But at the time of the Great War in Zhongzhou, the Mystic Realm sent down nine Divine Transformation Senior Brothers, all of whom died at the hands of that Demon Phoenix. Can we really do it with just us five?"
Mo Shouzhuo shook his head, "That's different, crossing the Star Gate and forcibly descending to the Lower Realm already depleted most of their power. Being strategically ambushed by Qi Xia Emperor was expected. This time, we are prepared, the advantage is on our side."
Liancheng wanted to say more.
