"Fellow Daoist Guo, this old man can only be shameless and earnestly beg Fellow Daoist to strike with your full strength!"
He and Guo Shiyan were the only two Tier Three Cultivators in the team.
This wilderness expedition had been far more brutal than anticipated.
Of the more than one hundred and twenty clansmen he had brought, thirty percent had fallen.
And that did not include those heavily wounded who had lost their combat strength.
He could not allow the backbone of this generation of the Liu Family to be completely buried here.
"Does the Patriarch have a reliable plan for retreat?"
Shen Xuan asked.
He knew the other party surely had some contingency.
"To speak frankly with Fellow Daoist Guo, this old man carries on him a Tier Three Spaceship treasured by the clan. Personally piloted by this old man, if we squeeze a bit, we should be able to take all surviving clansmen aboard."
