He wasn't the only one. Many people from other forces, including the Wild Taoist Sect and the Wild Buddha Sect, were also present.
A bald Monk in monastic robes had blood constantly seeping from a stain on his chest.
"Sigh... It's no use dwelling on it now. We should be thinking about how we're going to survive," the bald Monk said.
Beside him, a Fat Daoist's injuries were the lightest, though a trace of blood still stained the corner of his mouth.
"A nice thought," the Fat Daoist said with a sneer. "But for us, 'survival' is a luxury right now."
Surrounded like this, they were lucky to live another day.
After the Fat Daoist spoke, everyone present fell silent.
The reason was simple: every word the Fat Daoist said was true.
For them, just staying alive would be enough.
Monk Yuanzhen clenched his fists. "Cultivation is a path that defies the heavens. Our chances of survival may be slim, but that's no reason to give up."
