But the remaining people, still gritting their teeth and with mouths full of blood, desperately persisted, waiting for that possible slim chance.

In the sky, the fierce battle continued unabated.

The top forces of Corpse-Driving Sect, Master Cang Yu and several Fake Pill Giants, were not much better off than other disciples.

Master Cang Yu, who previously only had dark age spots on his face, now had them spreading all over his body, exuding a sense of decay and death, making it hard to say if he had a year or two of life left.

Besides the Golden Core Supreme Elder, there were originally six Fake Pill experts.

However, Daoist Qian Yuan and Daoist Holy Light had both fallen in battle, Elder Qing Mu had fallen from high altitude and his fate was unknown, and Elder Cold Water had exhausted himself to the point his cultivation abruptly dropped, merely equivalent to a top-tier Foundation Establishment level.

Only two people remained with the strength to fight, ready to burn themselves for ultimate ascension, maintaining a certain level of deterrence.

Yet they dared not easily use their trump cards.

Once utilized, the extinction of Corpse-Driving Sect might be imminent!

But if not used, it would be difficult to hold out until later.

Corpse-Driving Sect was instantly trapped in a deadlock.

"If all else fails, let’s fight them to the end!" roared one Fake Pill, "Even if we fall, we absolutely cannot let these beasts prevail!"

"Before I go, I must take a major enemy away from the sect." Another Fake Pill, appearing as a gaunt old man in his sixties, spoke up.

Though short in stature, dressed in coarse cloth, his aura was the strongest among the Fake Pills, comparable to Daoist Cang Yu.

His words were confident, capable of taking away a Great Demon in an outburst, not merely injuring one.

Upon hearing this, the Great Demons’ offensive indeed slowed slightly, obviously wary of him.

"Hold on, someone is coming, maybe it’s reinforcements!" Master Cang Yu turned his head to look at the distant sky with hopeful eyes.

There, a gray Yin Wind was rushing towards here, with a vast aura, bringing them a sense of familiarity.

As it drew near, revealing its figure in the sky, joy appeared in the eyes of Corpse-Driving Sect’s several strong figures.

"It’s a Master from Xuan Yin Sect!"

The visitor was a kindly-looking old man in a black robe, holding a horsetail whisk, enveloped by a rich layer of gray light.

It was none other than Master Ming Quan of Xuan Yin Sect, who had previously interacted with Corpse-Driving Sect.

"Halt immediately!"

Master Ming Quan shouted angrily, and the thousands of threads from his horsetail whisk expanded crazily, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, ready to strike at the silver divine ape and other Great Demons.

Unexpectedly, a noble, elegant dragon-head cane appeared in mid-air with a ’swish’, emitting a bright light that instantly turned into a clawing blue dragon, blocking the whisk.

An old woman surnamed Zhao from Taiyi Sect appeared simultaneously, intercepting Master Ming Quan who wanted to aid Corpse-Driving Sect.

"Zhao Wanchun, what are you doing?!" Master Ming Quan roared.

"You should first ask what you intend to do." The old woman surnamed Zhao, dressed in luxurious clothes and wearing a Golden Crown, replied coldly, "The members of Corpse-Driving Sect killed Demon Clan’s blood kin, they are here to seek revenge, which is justified, what gives you the right to stop them?"

If this triggers a conflict between the Immortal Dao Alliance and Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, inciting war between the two races, can you bear that responsibility?"

Her words grew increasingly stern, seemingly laden with righteousness, accusing Master Ming Quan condescendingly.

Master Ming Quan’s face instantly darkened.

As the saying goes, thirty years in the eastern river, thirty years in the west, just days ago he stopped the other side, and now he himself faced the same situation.

However, he was always acting to aid Human Race sects.

Before, it was to prevent the Alliance Hierarch Sect from persecuting small sects, now it was to stop Demon Clan from persecuting Human Race.

But the old woman Zhao from Taiyi Sect, speaking of the bigger picture, was actually oppressing for personal vengeance, heedless of the plight of her kin, chilling people to the bone.

That she managed to arrive so timely clearly indicated she was lurking in the shadows all along, watching the tragedy of Corpse-Driving Sect indifferently, truly despicable.

"It was already concluded that Red Hero is not a member of Corpse-Driving Sect. If you have other evidence, feel free to present it." Master Ming Quan said.

"It’s under investigation, results will come anytime." The old woman Zhao’s face showed a clear hint of malice, "But before the facts emerge, you may not interfere."

"Investigate your own mother!"

Seeing the top figures of Corpse-Driving Sect battered and resentful souls within the sect multiplying, the casualties growing ever more severe,

Master Ming Quan, unwilling to waste more time, swore and made a direct move.

The thousands of whisk threads fell like the Milky Way from the sky, with rich radiance, sweeping towards the old woman Zhao.

Each thread emitted a sharp sound of breaking through the air, seemingly possessing the power to shatter mountains and rivers.

If hit, even with the old woman Zhao’s power, she would have to suffer greatly.

Thus, she dared not underestimate it, fully controlling the dragon-head cane to resist.

The whisk and dragon-head cane collided, gray and blue lights overpowered each other, thunder roared around, faintly giving rise to tiny spatial cracks.

While they seemed to be dueling with artifacts, it was actually a contest of mana, a clash of cultivation, with no room for tricks.

To quickly rescue Corpse-Driving Sect, Master Ming Quan nearly exerted all his strength, pressing Zhao Wanchun into a disadvantage.

’Boom!’

Taking advantage of suppressing the old woman Zhao, Master Ming Quan threw out a pitch-black bell, which instantly expanded in mid-air to a mountain-like size, crashing down on the silver giant ape!

"Begone!"

The silver ape demon roared angrily, striking directly with a punch, sending the mountain-sized bell flying, forming a vast white sea of vapor in the air.

Yet it was also shaken in its mind, giving Master Cang Yu, whom it was close to killing or crippling, a moment to catch his breath.