"Great! No regrets!" Zhan Yunfei's eyes lit up. He was spirited up, "You are still a disciple of Cold Moon Palace. You are still my little disciple brother! Zhu Jiutian and I are not powerful enough. We can't help you defeat the enemy. However, we will die if it helps you in any way!"
Ye Xiao spoke in a deep voice, "Don't take any reckless move. It may not bring me any good to sacrifice yourselves! Besides, there are still opportunities to win this battle!"
Zhan Yunfei laughed, "As long as you are still my little disciple brother… we won't regret giving up our lives for you! Even every disciple in the sect can die for you! As long as you are alive, Cold Moon Palace will become a legend in the history of Qing-Yun Realm!"
"We will die in pleasure!"
On the other side, Wu Fa slowly opened his eyes. The dark fog around him was so dense that it was nearly solid, like a huge piece of ink jade floating in the air!