Chapter 971: The Taiyi Sect Counts for Nothing

Whimper...

White's father let out a roar, his murderous eyes fiercely glaring as he bellowed at the Ancient Martial Artist with a long beard and leopard eyes.

But although his voice was imposing, his eyes were filled with thick despair.

White was still underage and had limited strength, and with his severe injuries, how could he be a match for his opponent?

Not to mention, the two individuals opposite them possessed strength beyond the ordinary, even if he had not been injured, he still wouldn't stand a chance. The fate awaiting them, father and daughter, seemed inevitably to be capture by the enemy.

Whimper... As his gaze shifted, White's father growled deeply at White twice, his eyes showing a resolute determination.

Although he could not speak, the meaning in his words was clear—he was planning to fight to the death, using his own life to buy time for White to escape from this place.