Zhu Minglang glanced at the direction of the mountain gate, where it seemed as if nearly half the Summoning Demon Sect had mobilized. Not only could one see their figures moving around the base of the mountain, but also the formidable demonic beasts, taller than the trees, were charging toward Sword Manor.
"Since there are only a hundred members, why not abandon the mountain and leave quickly?" Ye Youying said.
"Impossible, how could we possibly flee when facing the battle? This is our mountain gate, we would rather die in battle here than let these disciples of the Demon Sect succeed so easily!" Ming Xiu said with great determination.
The other members of the White Robe Sword Sect felt the same, preferring death over escape!
Zhu Minglang was at his wit's end, his face as bitter as an unripe melon.
What now?
If they were going to attack the mountain, would it kill them to be a day late? After all, he had been planning to pack up and leave.
