The leaders of the two sects did not move at all.
The Grand Elder and the Sect Master stared at the divine beast of Yunxiao Sect constantly. If they took a move first and did not manage to stop the divine beast, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The Xuanling Sect Master gritted his teeth. It was not that they did not want to attack… they could not!
The Sect Master's eyes were red as he saw those who died during the fight. He bowed to them, and that was the only thing he could do now. He felt so helpless and blamed himself constantly.
The fight between the two sects could be compared to the ones among the dynasty. He could not do things based on his feelings. He could only bear with them no matter how painful they were.
Feng Moli's body flew and was knocked onto a rock at one of the corners in the sect.
Feng Moli slowly got up in the debris. Blood spilled out of his mouth.
