Now that Jun Wu Xie had attained so many victories in succession, unless Su Jing Yan was crazy, how could he help those people from the Upper Realm who had held their Temple Lords as captives?
Moreover, with their skills, even if they wanted to join the battle, what could they do?
The same thoughts emerged in the minds of every elder of the Nine Temples. Their hearts were stirring, from the initial fear, they had turned sentimental. At this moment, they were secretly praying for Jun Wu Xie's victory and praying that Jun Wu Xie would be able to rescue their Temple Lords from the control of the Upper Realm.
In the hall, a heavy pungent stench of blood hung in the air and the rising heat made it another form of torture in the temple.
