Those Jianghu Guests immediately felt as though they had survived a catastrophe, each of them looking gratefully towards the Protectors in front.
Under the current situation, they could only hope that the predecessors from the Sect Holy Lands would be able to successfully repel the Demonic Beings of Bai Shen Sect.
Otherwise, when they couldn't retreat towards Dragon Heart Lake, it would be very difficult to escape from this dense forest.
Not to mention, there were still the likes of that "Mad Old Man" around, an Evil Demon who killed without batting an eye.
"Eh? Did the Mad Old Man run away?"
"Who cares, it's best if he's not here!"
Meanwhile, Chen Yuan, who was outside the long steps, slightly furrowed his brow, his Sword Intent erupted and enveloped the dense forest, ready to join the battle.
The gloomy and cold Sword Intent, carrying bone-chilling ice and a sense of despair, formed a massive sword shadow stretching a thousand zhang, hanging in mid-air as if tangible.
