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In the midst of the battles on both sides, Wu Shaoqing and Xu Qingshan did not join the fight, watching as their own Sect Gate was engulfed in the flames of war, with fissures opening across the earth and countless buildings collapsing with a thunderous roar.
Countless disciples were sacrificed in the process; Wu Shaoqing sighed and exchanged a distant look with Xu Qingshan.
As the battle's scope widened, the gaze of the entire Extreme West Region was fixed upon this place.
More and more onlookers were gathering around the battlefield, some of them Loose Cultivators, while others were Elders of Sect Gates.
By this time, Xu Zimei had also arrived at the edge of the battlefield. He looked from afar, the Yin-Yang Sect was already half in ruins.
At this moment, Chu Yang was being shielded behind Wu Shaoqing.
"When I engage Xu Qingshan later, take the chance to escape while no one is paying attention to you," Wu Shaoqing whispered.
