’Boom!’

As the intense battle at the Golden Core level raged above.

Wendao Peak, which once housed many elders and True Inheritance, as well as Inner Sect Disciples, suffered irreparable damage.

The peak of this towering mountain, over three thousand zhang high, exploded, tilting the entire mountain at a steep forty-five-degree angle downward.

A massive amount of rocks rained down like a shower, threatening to collapse entirely at any moment.

The entire area within the Corpse-Driving Sect was filled with flying debris, drenching rain, violent winds, and swirling tornadoes, creating an apocalyptic scene.

Only a few managed to escape to the underground space beneath the Sect Leader Peak.

The underground space was dozens of zhang below the surface, vast in area, with a luminous pearl every ten steps to illuminate the surroundings.

The walls were made of a special silver-gray stone, with many areas inscribed with complex dao patterns, likely providing substantial reinforcement.

Yet, the disciples of the Corpse-Driving Sect in this space felt no sense of security, hearing the relentless roar above, their hearts filled with icy despair.

If the mountain sealing array were broken, how could this mere dead structure provide them safety?

"Yaoyao, you rest here; I’ll help heal your wounds."

You Qingyi supported Bi Yaoyao to a corner of the underground space, letting her sit against the stone wall.

At this moment, Bi Yaoyao’s clothes were soaked with blood, her face pale as paper, her eyes vacant, even her breathing seemed weaker than usual.

A vibrant green light instantly covered the wound on her abdomen, giving a slight lift to her spirits.

You Qingyi desperately gathered her Spiritual Essence, casting a Wood Element healing magic to aid her dear friend, ignoring her own poor condition.

During the escape, she had exhausted more than half of her Spiritual Essence, her hair disheveled, clothes stained with blood, her Ice Beauty demeanor utterly gone.

Moments later, Bi Yaoyao’s injuries stabilized, and she fell into a deep sleep against the wall, allowing You Qingyi to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

She turned her head to look around, hearing constant groans and cries of pain.

Almost every disciple who escaped was injured.

If not with bloody wounds, then with broken arms, legs, blinded eyes, or missing ears.

"Don’t move, let me help you." She saw a fellow disciple beside her, clutching his abdomen, intestines slipping from the wound.

You Qingyi was shocked, quickly going up to provide aid.

"Thank you... Senior Sister." With You Qingyi’s care, the person’s wounds began to heal, heading in the right direction, though his tone remained extremely pessimistic. "Even though death is inevitable, living a little longer is better."

"The Demon Clan is too arrogant, attacking our sect with impunity. Can’t the Immortal Dao Alliance intervene?" someone cried out in anger from the underground space.

"I fear that even if the Immortal Dao Alliance wants to intervene, our sect may not hold until then," another sighed.

’Thud, thud, thud!’

At this moment, hurried footsteps entered the hall.

"Quick, save him!" a tearful female voice called out.

It was a young female cultivator with a doll-like face, forcefully dragging a male cultivator with limp legs and a body covered in blood into the space.

However, seeing the male cultivator’s pitiful state, everyone could only shake their heads helplessly.

The back of his head was crushed flat, blood and flesh blurred, even with white brain matter oozing out. Not even an immortal could save him now.

"Senior Brother Qi was hit by a falling piece of gold iron when saving me..." the young female cultivator explained with tears, revealing the reason for the male cultivator’s severe injury.

Seeing them, You Qingyi was startled, recognizing their identities.

"Liu Qi, Lü Tianran, they are Brother Lou’s fellow disciples, both apprenticed to Elder He... If he knew of this, he would be deeply grieved."

"Fortunately, he is not in the sect now, at least his life is not in danger.

I wonder if we’ll be gone, will he erect a memorial for me..."

You Qingyi’s mind was in chaos, random thoughts swirling, as Lü Tianran’s cries echoed in her ears again.

"Senior Brother Qi, wake up!!"

"Senior Brother Qi!!"

The underground space was filled with Lü Tianran’s despairing cries.

Sect Leader Peak.

This core mountain of the Corpse-Driving Sect seemed to be the least affected among the Thirteen Peaks, emitting a faint gray glow, standing tall amidst the chaos around.

Inside the palace on the peak, all the sect elders sat cross-legged, eyes closed.

Each held a top-grade Spirit Stone emitting white light, occasionally taking an elixir, as their Spiritual Essence circulated rapidly within them, with the array patterns beneath them gleaming in response.

Among these elders were the Great Elder Zheng Jingming, Elder Wu who specialized in arrays, and Lou Yi’s master, Elder He...

Nearly all the sect elders were gathered here, exerting every effort to sustain the mountain-sealing array.

’Puff!’

’Puff!’

With prolonged overexertion of their Spiritual Essence, elders occasionally coughed up blood, faces pale, yet none dared to fall, all persevering with determination.

No matter how dire the situation within the sect, there still remained a sliver of hope for survival.

Once the mountain-sealing array is broken, it truly would be the end.

’Crack!’

With a crisp sound, an elder with weaker cultivation erupted into a mist of blood, eyes wide, collapsing backward.

He died from exhausting his Spiritual Essence and blood!

"Elder Hu!" someone called out in grief.

However, he was only the first; soon after, a second, then a third elder fell unwillingly, their energy exhausted...