Wang Meng and his companions weren't the only ones to face such dire straits. Many did. Some failed, some gave up, some fled, and some found their final release.
But they persisted. Not for themselves—a person's will to live isn't that strong. It was for others. For their brothers! This is the Holy Hall!
Watching Shen Zhenhai squatting on the ground, sobbing his heart out, no cheers or praise were needed.
Even the Sect Leader of the No Illusion Demon Sect felt the pressure.
'What a terrifying sect.'
Every single one of them possessed terrifying strength and willpower. What was even more frightening was their unity, their willingness to live and die together. One could only imagine the future of such a sect. Most importantly, through the Star Alliance, their name would spread to every Small Thousand Realm in the world.
'I've heard the Holy Hall's philosophy is very similar to the Star Alliance's...'
