The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Lin Du snapped out of his daze, put on his mask, and said, "What are you standing there for? Cover me!"

Ju Yuan: ? Putting aside everything else, his junior sister's ability to turn the tables on him is ingrained in her very being.

The three of them simultaneously aimed at the mother tree, and Lin Du seized the opportunity to leap away like a dragon, so fast that he almost left a blur.

Even if only nine members of their Supreme Sect remain today, they will defend this city to the death.

As Lin Du set up the formation, he took out his disciple token and asked, "Is everything alright?"

"We're all fine!" Yuan Ye's voice was still quite strong. "All five of us are doing well."

Where is Qi Zhen?

The demon roared and charged forward. Yuan Ye hissed and threw out a talisman. "Aww~ Qi Zhen, I was afraid he would be too much of a hindrance, so I had Jin Xuan tie my Iron-Eating Beast to his head. Don't worry, Uncle-Master, he will definitely feel involved."

Around the mother tree, Lin Du nimbly dodged the demon's attacks, deftly flipped over, opened his fan, and slashed down the demon. Then, he used the bone spikes on the demon's body to firmly fix the materials to the ground.

"well done."

Lin Du turned back during a brief moment, looking towards the distant city behind him amidst the vast, surging torrent of demons.

Some demons have already broken through and rushed towards Huangshi City. The golden light of the defensive array is shining brightly. Amidst those reckless collisions, the golden light grows even brighter, scorching the demons with a crackling sound, and billowing black smoke rises.

At this critical moment, a cultivator broke through the spiritual energy barrier, stepped on a magical artifact, and headed straight for the celestial palace.

On the city wall, the cultivators guarding the defensive formation and annihilating the approaching demons had already begun to discuss the matter.

"Of the tens of millions of cultivators in the entire Central Continent, only a thousand have come to resist the demonic tide. Look at the dark mass outside the city; how much spiritual light can you possibly see?"

"Our city lord investigated thoroughly, but he never imagined that demons had infiltrated the residents before the city was sealed off. They suddenly appeared, and now we're attacked from both sides. How long can we hold out?"

"Yes, doesn't the appearance of this Heavenly Dao Secret Realm prove something? It's like the heavens are calling us up! By following the Heavenly Dao, we can resist the evil forces, but if we hold out to the death and the city still falls, what's the point?"

One of the cultivators said coldly, "If you even looked at the cultivators still fighting outside, and then at the rows of corpses piled up below the city gates, you wouldn't have uttered such words of desertion! How can you face them?"

"It's precisely because of the heavy casualties that we should choose the right path and retreat! Otherwise, why would the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm appear at this time!"

"This is the clear path that Heaven has presented to us! Do you think that clinging to the past is the right thing to do? Follow the will of Heaven! This is the way of Heaven!"

As the cultivator was about to get up and leave, many people around him were also slightly tempted. Just as they were weighing their options, a tattered rag flew through the air and struck the cultivator who had just been so impassioned, causing him to stumble.

It wasn't harmful, but the strange, greasy smell caused a huge psychological trauma.

The cultivator could even smell the lingering fishy smell mixed with the rancid, fermented odor of the meat. His face turned green instantly, his stomach churned, and he almost vomited.

The culprit was a fat old man who came over with his hands behind his back, smiling. He apologized, then turned around and pointed at his disciple who had fallen, scolding, "Oh dear, look at you two! You squeezed in and fell, even dropping the rag. You're just shallow-minded. What's the point of joining in the fun? The cultivators on the front lines are so busy, and you still come here to join in the excitement."

"Do you think you'll get a good piece of meat if you actually join in the fun? What good can a good-for-nothing like you get?"

"What are you looking at? Cultured people call this dereliction of duty and lack of morality. Go back and keep an eye on the medicinal soup in the pot, lest all your efforts be wasted. What if you throw in such good ingredients and ruin the soup?"

The young apprentice struggled to his feet, only to be inexplicably tripped by the sect leader's leg. He dared not utter a sound, and hurriedly went downstairs, clutching his head.

The faces of the cultivators behind him were a mixture of pale and green, more colorful than the seasonings that the chef carried with him.

Is this a scolding of the apprentice or of them?

But in the blink of an eye, the fat old man and his apprentice vanished without a trace.

The remaining people, holding their breath and feeling stifled, picked up their bows and arrows, aimed at the demon that had crashed into the defensive array, and pierced its body with an arrow. The demon's black wings flapped twice, scraping against the edge of the defensive array, leaving sparks and black smoke as it fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, a demon suddenly rushed up from behind and headed straight for the core of the defensive array they were guarding. If the supply of spirit stones could not be supplied, the defensive array would break.

Several cultivators drew their swords at the same time. Fortunately, they didn't leave. If even one or two of them had left, Huangshi City would probably have been completely lost.

The fat old man went to the makeshift stove again and boasted to his apprentice about the past, "Back then, I single-handedly cooked for a grand banquet for ten thousand people from the sect. Hey, I could cook eighty-one dishes with just ten pots by myself!"

The apprentice squatted on the ground, adding firewood to the stove. "Master, where did Senior Sister and Er Gou go?"

The old man watched the billowing steam rise, discerning the dissipation of the materials' spiritual energy. "Your senior sister is incredibly capable. Who cares what she's doing? Just remember to come back for dinner."

Sheng Yan felt that he probably wouldn't be able to get back to eat a meal in time today.

Originally, every household had their doors tightly shut, but now there were many strange clicking and banging sounds coming from inside, as doors were being smashed open and people were rushing around in a chaotic mess.

She stared at the crimson eyes that shone in the darkness, then slowly turned her head. Beside her, Er Gou looked innocently at his senior sister. "What's wrong, senior sister? Isn't this better than you searching house by house?"

Sheng Yan put away the spatula, took out his twin knives, and stopped caring about what his junior brother had done to make the demons reveal their true forms.

Now she doesn't need to knock on doors to investigate; killing is enough.

The moment the crimson-black figure darted out, both blades simultaneously unleashed fiery blade energy, extremely fierce, killing the two demons at the end of the street with a single strike.

Once Er Gou was certain the feast was underway, he turned and ran, spatula and pot lid in hand, heading straight for the various clans, sects, and city guards' encampments, shouting, "The demons are out! The demons are emerging! Help!!!"

Many of the first wave of injured cultivators who had been resting in the city emerged, and the sound of swords being drawn echoed through the crisscrossing city streets.

Even if only they are left, they cannot abandon the people in the city.

A few cultivators from within the city rushed toward the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm, while outside the city, some disheveled cultivators flew straight into the heavenly palace, quickly entering and disappearing from sight.

The heavens are filled with divine palaces and towers, while the earth is a scene of bloodshed, mud, and deep abyss.

The mother tree stretched out its branches like a lightning-fast serpent, rushing straight towards the "little ant" that was impossible to kill or catch. Seeing this, Lin Du quickly leaned back, his waist landing on the same horizontal plane as the sky and earth, thus dodging the attack.

Just then, someone in their line of sight shot straight up into the celestial realm and shouted, "I am truly exhausted. I didn't want this to happen. Take care, everyone."

Lin Du took a deep breath, his mind gradually clearing. Although the major sects should have received the message for help, the long battle had blurred the concept of time, and the days felt like years.

At this point, simply saying that reinforcements are on their way is useless. People need to know that not everyone has fled; there are still people fighting alongside them, advancing and retreating together.

Lin Du leaped into the air, gathering all his inner strength.

"Disciples of the Supreme Sect, heed my command! Before the demonic tide recedes, defend Huangshi City to the death! Do not retreat!"

This sound, imbued with some spiritual power, was clear and resolute.

Pei Qin, panting heavily, quickly heard this sentence, raised his hand to wipe his face, which was stained with demonic blood, and cut off the demonic branch that was rushing out with a sword.

"Disciples of Guiyuan Sect, listen to my command! The demonic tide has not yet receded. All disciples must guard Huangshi City. No one may retreat unless they are seriously injured, and no one may escape to the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm."

This shout was exceptionally loud and quickly spread throughout the Demon Tide group.

The cultivators were overwhelmed by the demons, like a lone person in a sorghum field that blotted out the sun, holding a sickle. All around them were sorghum stalks that were much taller than a person. They could not see the people in the fields next to them. It seemed like they could never finish harvesting the sorghum, and they could not see anyone else.

Until a loud voice came from the side.

While some cultivators were struggling, before they could confirm whether the news was from the Supreme Sect, they soon heard the order from the Guiyuan Sect.

Immediately following was another shout: "Red Cloud Sect disciples, heed my command! Until reinforcements arrive, fight to the death!"

The Crimson Cloud Sect Master, still struggling to kill and rescue people amidst the demon horde, looked suspiciously towards the source of the voice. Wait a minute, he's here, and that little brat spoke up for him? Besides the sect leader's eldest disciple, who else could command the disciples?

Yi Zhen is down here again?

With three sects opening up in succession, orders soon resounded from the front lines.

Everyone knew that at this point, the sect's special internal communication system would be enough for the disciples to hear. But with the fighting so intense and the atmosphere so oppressive, everyone could only rely on screaming to find their own voice amidst the roars of the demons.

It's to inspire others, and also to inspire oneself.

No more deserters are allowed.

"Pure Yang Sect disciples, listen to my command! Those with guts, fight to the death! No one may leave the front lines unless seriously wounded!"

"Disciples of Chongxu Sect, heed my command! Until reinforcements arrive, fight to the death!"

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"Jiang clan members, heed my command! We share life and death, advance and retreat together! Kill!!"