But it was clear that once the Power of Incense was broken and the blood mist's influence spread completely, there would be no escape.
A bitter smile touched Wen Chang'an's lips.
'What am I supposed to do? In a situation like this, what options do I have?'
As the foremost disciple of the Red Heart Sect at the Refining the Internal Organs realm, his strength was comparable to a master of Sensing. Yet, in this situation, he was nothing more than a slightly stronger ant, powerless to change their fate.
Watching the Yin Soldiers surge forward again, seemingly tireless, even someone as resolute as Wen Chang'an felt a sense of suffocation.
However, waiting to die was not his way. He would fight with all his might, even if it was his last moment.
'For a member of the Red Heart Sect, slaying demons and exorcising evil is our duty. To die in battle is an honor!'
Yet, just as the group prepared to make their final stand...
SWOOSH!!
