Xihua Sacred Mountain was shrouded in a mood of desperation. Saint Xihua had abandoned the sacred mountain and escaped. They were now surrounded by the Holy Zhi Palace. They were truly at a dead end.
Many people levitated skyward. What the man said was right. There were only two choices before them. They could wait for the other side to launch the attack and hope that with the power of the matrix, they may slaughter more people on the other side. The second choice was to fight their way out before Ye Futian arrived with powerful reinforcements. But the ending would remain the same—they would all perish on Xihua Sacred Mountain. Obviously, the second choice offered a little more chance to survive. To them, it was meaningless to kill anyone from the Holy Zhi Palace for any reason.
