Seeing the six hundred thousand disciples at Prison Suppression Pass finally regain a trace of fighting spirit, Wang Yan nodded silently in his heart.
Although he spoke very gravely just now, it was indeed the truth.
The six hundred thousand disciples at Prison Suppression Pass are now on the verge of collapse. If they lose their fighting spirit, even if heaven favors them, no one would be able to save them.
The only ones who can save themselves are themselves.
If their fighting spirit is high, what does the two million Demon Beast Army before them amount to!
Even if the six hundred thousand disciples finally fall, they must make the Demon Beast Army accompany them to the grave.
