The elders and disciples of the Crimson Sun Sect were alarmed after they witnessed the overwhelming disparity between them and the two. Looking at their calm expressions, Hestia and Hu Xiandao did not even seem to have expended a lot of true essence!
"They are strong! It would be difficult if we continue to fight like this!"
"Elders, form a battle formation! Disciples, stand behind us and provide long range support!" A guardian of the Crimson Sun Sect stepped forward and commanded his group. This guy was an old man in his sixties, and his cultivation level had already reached the early stage of the 9th-rank Saint!
"Yes, Lord Guardian!" Everyone answered when they heard his command. This guardian seemed to be someone respectable in the Crimson Sun Sect based on how the others reacted to his call.
