Hong Qi was suddenly startled and unwillingly questioned Mo Lin, "I've already agreed to sacrifice my life for their escape, why do you still press so hard?"
"Do you think too highly of yourself? What do you think you are?"
Mo Lin bluntly rebuked Hong Qi, "Do you think your worthless life is worth a lot?"
"With so many people dead in Yunzhou, can your life make amends?"
This matter wasn't solely Hong Qi's fault.
It was the fault of the entire Daoist Mountain.
The people of Daoist Mountain were stationed there to prevent ghosts from invading.
Yet Daoist Mountain let ghosts into Yunzhou.
A major blunder.
Hong Qi abruptly stepped back, distancing himself from Mo Lin.
Since Mo Lin was relentless, he could not be blamed for being harsh.
"Do it!"
Hong Qi barked at the people around him.
The folks of Daoist Mountain retreated one after another.
They all drew their Peach Wood Swords.
A golden light gathered in the air, coalescing into a gigantic array floating in the sky.
