"Why are you together?” 

The one who spoke was a woman in white. She was beautiful, with a tinge of sadness visible under her cold expression.

"Lin Xixi, the Pentaphase Earth Sect has also lost more than a dozen of our brothers and sisters. We want revenge,” said Zhao Tianxing.

Of the thirty-five Octagram disciples who had entered the Nether Battlefield, only twenty-two remained. The rest had most likely died in battle.

"In order to lure away those Nonahall Ghost Sect beasts, they went out one by one, but none of them came back.” Lin Xixi looked dim.

Glancing at Zhao Tianxing, she said, "So you want revenge? Our people aren’t enough to deal with just the Nonahall Ghost Sect alone, let alone five divine realms combined. They said that after they dealt with the Monorigin Divine Sect, they’d use the rest of the time to sweep the other layers. None of us will live.” 

"The situation has changed.” Xuanyuan Yucheng explained briefly, then asked, "Rather than sitting here and waiting for death, it’s better to fight." 

Lin Xixi looked...