"Brother Lin..."
Ye Changqing looked at Lin Zimu with a bitter expression, but the latter also had a face full of misery.
"Do you truly want to press this hard?" Lin Zimu said word by word, his face so dark it seemed ready to drip water.
Even with the addition of four swords, the Ancient Abyss Sect had five Foundation Establishment cultivators on their side, yet they might still struggle against the combined forces of Lingying Sect and the Yizheng Sect.
"Hmph! If you want to blame someone, blame your rapid rise. The taller the tree, the more it attracts wind!" said the senior brother of the Yizheng Sect aggressively.
He still remembered how the former senior disciple Ouyang Feng was defeated by Yang Yan and carried back to the sect for Soul Searching.
Therefore, even though they had attacked the Ancient Abyss Sect multiple times, he would not cease until Yang Yan was dead.
