Behind them,
were Chen Rushi, Wei Ruyan, Qiao Le, Zhao Xuehui, and Yang Binyi among others.
They were considered the second-line reserves.
Although their cultivation levels were not high, they could barely manage to fight.
At that moment, Patriarch Chen, Chen Xiuhe, also ascended into the sky.
The crowd was startled at the sight.
"Patriarch Chen, why have you come?"
"Yes! Patriarch Chen, it's too dangerous here. You should hurry back!"
The crowd tried to dissuade him.
Unafraid of the deities filling the sky, Chen Xiuhe simply smiled faintly at their words.
"At this critical juncture of life and death, how can I stand by and watch you all bleed and sacrifice at the forefront?"
"But..."
Chen Xiuhe waved his hand, "I know my cultivation level is modest, but even if it costs me this old life, I cannot allow these scoundrels to run amok!"
Just then,
bursts of laughter came from behind, from within the city.
