The Ziwei Dao Palace is the only place they can rely on. If even Ziwei Dao Palace does not make up its mind, then the situation on the Unparalleled Continent truly cannot be resolved.
There's no way to expect the nine of them to slowly cut away the strength of the Corpse Race. Who knows how long that would take.
Upon returning to the spirit mountaintop at Ziwei Dao Palace, Lu Ye sensed something unusual as soon as he set foot on it.
As expected!
Descending from mid-air, he looked ahead and saw that with Lu Qing in the lead, Lan Ziyi, Fong Rulie, and Ying Wuji stood together, seemingly waiting for his return.
On the other side, stood Muk Qingyun and Hua Ci.
Two camps, clearly distinct.
"Is something the matter?" Lu Ye swept his gaze across the four from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge.
Lu Qing took a step forward and said, "Lu Yiye, now that things have come to this, isn't it time you told us everything in detail?"