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"Third Elder, we will stand or fall with you!"
As Su Yanyan witnessed the many remaining disciples swiftly flying towards their respective peaks and quickly entering into the nodes of their formations, her heart trembled, knowing that these disciples had truly made a decision to face death.
"Hahaha—such a lively moment must not lack my presence! If you bunch of brats won't leave, then of course, as your Second Elder, neither will I!"
Just then, Jiang Jian's figure shot back from the rear.
"Second Senior Brother!" Su Yanyan's beautiful face slightly changed.
"Don't worry, the fourth has already taken over the group of disciples who evacuated."
Jiang Jian raised his large sleeves, his face glowing, pushing his Nascent Soul power to the limit, unleashing two streams of Nascent Soul force to help Su Yanyan bear some of the formation's pressure, resisting the onslaught of magic treasures from beyond the formation.
