Inside the Promise Hall.
Yin Zhan leaned lazily on the seat and listened to the report of the battle situation of the Great Protector.
At the gates of the Seven Halls, more than ten warships, and more than five thousand religious members, except the guardians, all went out to meet the enemy.
However, the Meng mansion's forces were not weak. A pioneering force of a hundred people had already made a great effort to recruit more fighters, not to mention the troops of Woyun Mountain Villa and General Feng Ze, and the Suzhou Navy.
As the battle was going on fiercely, the Wuji Sect's forces were suffering heavy losses. With the way things were going, it seemed that they could not resist for long.
"Master, let us escort you out of here first." Wu Chen bowed his head and admonished his Sect's leader.
