The bloody and silent battlefield instantly burned up.
Every cultivator was trying their best to attack the teleportation array in front of them. No matter what obstacles were in front of them, they could not stop their advance.
This was a desperate gamble, a desperate struggle, a charge of death with no return.
From the very beginning, they were destined to have no way out. They would either die silently or explode in a situation where they were certain to die.
It was just that this level of outburst was not something that could be done just because one wanted to do it. It required the accumulation of momentum.
Enough anger, enough sorrow, and enough desire and belief, when gathered to a certain degree, could be completely ignited and burst out.
The appearance of the teleportation formation fulfilled this condition.
At this moment, the team of messengers was like a mad demon, starting the most brilliant performance of their lives.
