Within the large array, Zou Qi stared into Luo Fu's eyes, seeming to discern if he was lying, but he couldn't make out anything.
"You are not running away? Then I won't be polite!" Luo Fu said smilingly, lifting his hand and swinging it forward, the words "Start work!" lightly falling from his lips.
Behind him, multicolored lights burst forth, landing on the protective array of the Sky Supporting Sect and creating ripples upon it.
The Sky Supporting Sect had stood for many years, facing numerous large and small crises, but never had it faced an unsolvable situation like today.
With a quasi-flood dragon assaulting from the front and Silver Light Island attacking from behind, the cultivators of Sky Supporting Sect saw not a glimmer of hope.
"Brother, let's retreat," Yuu Hongbao, standing next to Zou Qi, spoke softly.