Faced with a group of sly and exceptionally wise Nascent Soul old monsters, any tactic such as luring the tiger away from the mountain or sowing discord among the enemy was futile.
The might and aura of seventeen Nascent Soul masters joining forces indeed resembled the threatening clouds before a mountain storm, and the early stirrings of wind and thunder that chill the hearts of people.
This was a massive force, like a torrential flood pouring down from the heavens.
And Chen Dengming, along with Fu Changyin, Su Yanyan, and others, were like a wall standing before the deluge, vainly attempting to block a tsunami that clearly surpassed the height of the wall.
The outcome seemed obvious; this wall would also be submerged, washed away.
But at this moment, to cover the escape of tens of thousands of Longevity Sect disciples, to win more time for reinforcements to arrive,
