The atmosphere in the stone house was heavy.
No one said a word. Everyone was very quiet, just looking at bei Ying and elder Bai quietly.
Elder Liu and the other elders were silent. No one had expected the situation to turn out this way. No one had thought that the Army of the undead would be so powerful that they would be able to push their way in.
Moreover, the disciples of the sect had never experienced such a large-scale war before. Many cultivators were scared out of their wits when they saw the cruelty and violence of the devil cultivators.
When they met on a narrow road, the brave would win, and their morale would be low. Even if they were stronger than the other party, they would still be defeated.
"Beiying ..." Elder Liu's words immediately attracted everyone's attention. After all, he was the one with the most authority here.
