บท 645: The Nightmare of the Six Royal Clans

By a stroke of luck, the three sects found a reason to rally together. After years of standoff, both sides were balanced in Pingwang. The emergence of the wicked Sacred Heart Sect gave the humans an edge. However, for the human race to truly triumph remained a daunting task.

"Without effort, failure is certain," Zhang Youji mused, gazing at the sky, deep in thought. He seemed oblivious to the approaching demons. 

The electric arcs that usually surrounded him vanished, and the menacing aura he emitted dissipated. For a moment, he looked like an ordinary man, lost in fatigue. 

Boom! Boom! 

Suddenly, the demons surged, drowning Zhang Youji in their essence. From a distance, Uncle Master Fei and the True Path Sect martial artists roared in anguish. They may not have fully aligned with Zhang Youji's methods, but he was their Dao Child, the embodiment of their hope, especially since he had risked so much today.