"The Demon Sect has attacked?"

Lin Chen’s face changed.

"How could it be... the Demon Sect was still some days away from finding the route!"

"How could this happen so suddenly... we haven’t even received a bit of information?"

Lin Chen’s heart trembled, but there was no time to think more.

He quickly gathered his belongings and rushed towards the place Han Jihai mentioned.

Along the way, Lin Chen saw mountains collapsing, the earth splitting open...

Countless flames soared into the sky within the city.

Lin Chen saw Qi Refining Cultivators crushed under giant stones, unable to get up.

He also saw mountains toppling over, burying several Foundation Establishment Cultivators to death...

"This kind of fluctuation, this kind of power..."

"Could it be, Celestial Thunder Master?"

"But... how could the Demon Sect possess Celestial Thunder Master?"

Lin Chen found it hard to believe.

Over the past decade, he had buried quite a few Celestial Thunder Masters (nuclear bombs) across the land of Qing State.

He had even buried more than a dozen in Wenda City and the Three Cities of Wendao.

But the problem is, each nuclear bomb had a serial number.

And, fearing they would be used by the Demon Sect, Lin Chen had even set a self-destruct program. No one but him could detonate them.

Lin Chen used his Divine Sense, sensing in and outside of the city.

"No, this is not a nuclear bomb... there’s no radiation in the air..."

"This is a real Celestial Thunder Master!"

Lin Chen’s face gradually turned grim.

Previously, relying on the might of Celestial Thunder Master, Lin Chen had disrupted the Demon Sect’s plans multiple times, reversing the course of the war...

Even when the Righteous Alliance was defeated, Lin Chen used the previously buried Celestial Thunder Masters, causing great losses to the Demon Sect.

But now, the Demon Sect had also used Celestial Thunder Masters!

"This Celestial Thunder Master was definitely not made by the Demon Sect themselves... otherwise, they would have used it earlier!"

"Could it be assistance from those behind the Demon Sect?"

Lin Chen kept pondering, his face becoming ever more unpleasant.

In the whole of Qing State, which forces have the power to produce Celestial Thunder Masters?

Lin Chen dared not think further.

He continued through the scene of devastation, everywhere were corpses, flames.

The not yet formed protective array of Wudu city had long been damaged by the explosion of Celestial Thunder Master.

Lin Chen could even feel Demon Cultivators slaughtering freely within Wudu.

At this time, Wudu not only held thousands of cultivators of the Righteous Alliance.

But also millions of mortals!

Finally, Lin Chen reached the designated location.

Seeing that his master Han Jihai, his senior sister, third senior brother, and Li Zhenqian were all safe, Lin Chen breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Master, what on earth happened?"

Lin Chen approached Han Jihai, frowned, and asked.

Han Jihai shook his head and said:

"There’s no time to explain, we must quickly gather all the disciples... and escape from Wudu!"

"Escape, to where?" Lin Chen asked instinctively.

Wudu was already the last line of defense for both the Orthodox and Demonic factions.

This was the stronghold of the Celestial Pill Sect!

If it falls, the entire Fog Country would be in the hands of the Demon Sect!

"Escape to Yanlai Realm!"

At this moment, a figure walked over.

It was Sect Leader Wang Changchun and Chen Danxin.

"We must evacuate quickly... the Demon Sect’s invasion this time is too sudden! In a matter of hours, the entire Wudu will fall."

"Go to Yanlai Country!"

It was Chen Danxin speaking, as the Sect Leader of the Celestial Pill Sect, he watched his painstakingly developed Wudu fall apart.

Seeing the countless disciples around him screaming in hysteria, his eyes were full of despair.

Hearing this, Lin Chen fell silent, then couldn’t help but ask:

"How did the Demon Sect break in?"

Wang Changchun glanced at Lin Chen, and simply said:

"We had a traitor among us..."

Wang Changchun just gave this brief explanation, then said:

"Next, we’ll try to gain you half a two-hour time."

"Within this time, take as many disciples as you can..."

After saying that, Wang Changchun flicked his fingers, and several spiritual boats appeared on the open grounds around them.

Seeing this, Li Zhenqian couldn’t help but ask:

"Sect Leader, what about you?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Changchun smiled, his hair, originally all black, had unknowingly started interspersing with silver strands.

"Us? I’ve lived long enough already... it’s time for us to fight for you young ones."

"The future of Changchun Sect... and the Righteous Alliance... is in your hands!"

"Junior Brother Wang and the others left over two years ago... now it’s our turn."

Wang Changchun spoke this in a light and even contented tone.

Lin Chen noticed that not only Wang Changchun, but including Chen Danxin, the other Golden Core Cultivators’ faces all wore a resolute expression.

Perhaps they had long anticipated this day and were ready to secure the survival chance for the Sect disciples, even at the cost of their own lives...

Lin Chen found it hard to comprehend this.

In his impression, except for those inhumane Demon Cultivators.

Almost all cultivators were self-serving and selfish.

Except for... the few including Wang Changchun who were different.

Back then, Second Senior Brother Cen Wushan was like this, Senior Brother Wan Xun of Changchun Sect was like this.

Even the Array Peak Master was like this...

And now those before him like Wang Changchun...

Beside him, Han Jihai seemed to have made a resolve, he took one last glance at Lin Chen.

Voice transmission: "Chen’Er, afterwards your eldest martial sister, third martial brother, and little junior brother... will be entrusted to your care!"

"Your eldest martial sister is addicted to alcohol, make sure she drinks less. Third martial brother loves gambling, ensure he stays away from gambling houses."

"And your little junior brother, under no circumstances... can he follow the old path of Wushan!"

"Among your martial siblings, you are the one I trust the most as your master..."

Lin Chen was startled upon hearing this.

"Master..."

He looked at the unwavering determination in Han Jihai’s eyes, knowing that he was likely prepared to sacrifice himself this time.

"Ah, pitiful old me who has lived in hiding all my life, in the end..."

The last trace of hesitation disappeared from Han Jihai’s eyes, leaving only resolve.

"Senior Brother Wang..."

Han Jihai’s voice was cut off as Wang Changchun reached out his hand.

"Junior Brother Han, you will leave with the disciples."

"After old Wang is gone, only you and I remain from our generation..."

"Brother, I know you are not adept at fighting. If I die, you will become the Sect Leader of Changchun Sect..."

After speaking, Wang Changchun flicked his finger, handing the Sect Leader token of Changchun Sect to Han Jihai.

"Senior Brother Wang..."

Han Jihai was about to say more but was interrupted by Wang Changchun.

"Go, Junior Brother Han, if I die... Changchun Sect needs someone with enough prestige to lead."

"Junior Brother, the greater good is at stake!"

Han Jihai took a deep look at Wang Changchun, finally nodding, his voice tinged with age:

"Alright, Senior Brother... I’ll take good care of everyone..."

...

By now, the sky was gradually darkening.

Throughout Wudu, sounds of battle filled the air everywhere.

The clash of Magical Treasures, the flashes of Magic... the shouts of cultivators, the cries of battle, and the screams before death...

Within just half a two-hour period, Wudu was already covered in corpses.

Meanwhile, Lin Chen and a group of Golden Core Elders were doing their best to gather the surviving disciples aboard the Spiritual Boat.

Unfortunately, out of thousands of disciples, less than a thousand finally boarded the Spiritual Boat...

"Martial Uncle Han, time is running out..." Li Zhenqian urged from aboard the Spiritual Boat.

"Wait, wait a little longer! There’s still a batch of disciples, just a few miles away, they’ll be here soon!"

Han Jihai’s face was tense, unwilling to give the order to leave prematurely.

Each moment waited might mean more sect disciples surviving...

Finally, another group of Foundation Establishment disciples rushed over.

There were seven in total, all bearing bloodstains, some with severed thighs, carried by other disciples to the bottom of the Spiritual Boat.

"Martial Uncle Han, there’s still... there’s still another group of disciples, the main unit hasn’t arrived yet..."

"There’s... there’s still over a hundred more behind..."

The leading Foundation Establishment disciple panted, eyes flashing with panic as he boarded the Spiritual Boat.

"There’s still the main unit, over a hundred..."

Han Jihai’s face changed slightly, quickly asking:

"How far are they from us?"

"Less than ten miles, we’ve notified them, they’ll arrive within the time it takes to drink half a tea (five minutes)..."

The Foundation Establishment disciple hurriedly answered.

Behind him, the disciples on the Spiritual Boat looked grim, urging:

"Martial Uncle Han, it’s been half a two-hour period... if we don’t leave now, it’ll be too late."

Han Jihai’s face grew more conflicted, but then he gritted his teeth:

"Wait for me, if I’m not back in fifty breaths, leave without me..."

Having said that, Han Jihai was ready to leap off the Spiritual Boat.

But he was pulled back by Lin Chen from behind.

"I’ll go!"

Lin Chen said, jumping off the Spiritual Boat, transforming into Escape Light, flying to the distance.

Behind him, the Spiritual Boat was already slowly ascending, ready to depart at any moment.

Han Jihai watched Lin Chen’s quickly receding figure, his expression was somewhat complex.

"Chen’Er..."

...

On the other side, Lin Chen rushed towards the direction of those hundred disciples at a shocking speed.

"Ten breaths..."

Lin Chen silently counted, identifying the hundred battling Foundation Establishment disciples.

They were entangled by dozens of Demon Cultivators.

Though they outnumbered them, the hundred Foundation Establishment disciples couldn’t escape, tightly encircled.

Lin Chen saw this and no longer hesitated, flicking his finger, releasing a palm-sized Sword Box.

True Essence activated the Sword Box, and twenty-three Flying Swords emerged from it.

In an instant, sword glows flashed through the air, and within three breaths, dozens of Demon Cultivators were beheaded by the Flying Swords.

"Junior Martial Uncle Lin!"

"Elder Lin!"

The hundred Foundation Establishment disciples saw Lin Chen coming to their aid, their faces lighting up with joy as they called out to him.

"Sixteen breaths..."

Lin Chen murmured, with no time to explain, he shouted quickly:

"All disciples who can still run, rush to the Spiritual Boat! Injured disciples, have others carry you and run..."

The hundred disciples understood, remaining would only burden Lin Chen, so they hurried towards the Spiritual Boat.

"Twenty-six breaths..."

Lin Chen followed the group of Foundation Establishment disciples, covering their retreat.

Within ten breaths, more than a few dozen interception Demon Cultivators were beheaded by Lin Chen.

During this time, Lin Chen’s Divine Sense enveloped hundreds of feet around, ensuring any movement would receive his immediate response.

Suddenly, Lin Chen turned sharply.

In his Divine Sense, a familiar aura slowly approached.

"Junior Brother Qi?"

Lin Chen was stunned, but seeing the Golden Core Demon Cultivator beside him, his expression gradually darkened.