"Yi Taoist, when one can spare others, one should. Excessive killing intent harms the harmony of heaven and may lead to future misfortunes..."
"One move!"
"I will only make one move! You can all attack together!"
Yi Chen abruptly cut off the Yan Family ancestor's words.
"Really?"
"If there are any lies, may my spirit vanish completely, I can swear upon my Daoist heart!" The towering Daoist on the Golden Throne grinned, a hint of mockery hidden in his eyes.
The various elders of the Yan Family exchanged glances, silently nodding to one another.
If it was just a matter of withstanding one move from this powerful adversary blocking their path, they were willing to try.
The numerous young disciples of the Yan Family on the building ship were their tentacles; unless absolutely necessary, even the Yan Family ancestor was loath to abandon them.
If they ended up alone and without allies, would they themselves have to collect ordinary cultivation resources and gather intelligence?
