Although the distress signal had been sent out yesterday, Oskar still lacked confidence deep down. According to the information he had received, the Primordial Sacred Land, along with the devil cultivators, had been engaging in battles in Delhi and Northsea. The supreme paragons of the Sacred Land were struggling to cope and were likely unable to help Southsky.
Oskar's mood sank instantly at the thought of this situation. He looked to the peak masters on both sides and said gravely, "Gentlemen, with the imminent invasion of the devil cultivators, it seems that the only course of action for us is to fight to the death."
As Oskar spoke, his aura as a supreme paragon radiated powerfully and resonated throughout the hall.
Denzel's expression changed abruptly upon hearing the determination to fight to the death. A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.
Raymond, recently appointed as the peak master of the Seventh Mountain, pondered for a moment before speaking, "Oskar, now that the Deifirm Sect has been annihilated, and our sect is surrounded by devil cultivators, can we request aid from the Purevoid Sect and Siren Sect to at least stall for time until reinforcements from the Sacred Land arrive?"
Celeste, the peak master of the Sixth Mountain, immediately stood up in agreement, saying, "We and the Purevoid Sect and Siren Sect are all sects of Southsky. Surely they wouldn't stand idly by in such a dire situation?"
Observing the spirited discussions of the newly promoted royal paragons, Leonnel snorted derisively and retorted, "The Purevoid Sect and Siren Sect would hardly involve themselves in this war. Furthermore, the devil cultivators who are currently posing a threat are level three supreme paragons. Even Oskar is not their match. How could a few royal paragons possibly alter the course of the battle?"
Blaze Mountain's peak master, a middle-aged man with a square face, who was known for his fiery temper, slammed his hand on the table as he witnessed the commotion in the hall. He scolded angrily, "What are you all bickering about at a time like this? The devil cultivators have already surrounded our sect, and they're about to break through our defenses. Our sect will suffer the same fate as the Deifirm Sect if we don't come up with a solution soon!"
Melorin, his face pale, glanced at the heavily injured Oskar and said, "Oskar, the reinforcements from the Sacred Land are still far away. It seems that our only choice is to focus on protecting our disciples as much as possible when the sect is destroyed. We should ensure they have a safe escape to avoid total annihilation. At least that way, if the Sacred Land launches a counterattack in the future, we'll still have the strength to dominate Southsky."
Oskar, seated on the Grand Preceptor Throne, looked at the elders in the hall who were divided into two factions. He felt overwhelmed and exhausted.
The protective formation enveloping the entire sect began to sway and flicker; its radiance bursting forth in numerous ripples, appearing on the verge of collapse at any moment.
"Oh no! The protective formation is about to give in!" Oskar's face turned pale as he witnessed the scene.
In the next moment, he swiftly rose to his feet and dashed outside, reaching the sky in an instant.
At the same time, outside the gates of the Grandiuno Sect, stood a figure clad in black robes, shrouded in boundless demonic energy. His gaze was icy as he stared at the violently swaying formation.
This individual stood in the void. His terrifying supreme paragon aura pressed down from all directions like a tidal wave.
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