The 10,000 Swords Formation shook dangerously.

Outside the 10,000 Swords Formation, the demons howled and the dao sect disciples hooted. The earth churned, and the demons marked the ground with their claws.

Outside the 10,000 Swords Formation, Night Wishes for Snow was completely paralyzed by his predicament.

There were good and evil people amongst the 1,000 disciples. Some were hurling malicious insults, others were frightened half to death. They awaited Jiang Xie's rescue, for their freedom to enter this battle.

"Master, guide me!" Night Wishes for Snow knelt towards Feng Xueya. He could not make a decision.

These thousand Heavenly Sword Sect disciples were supposed to fight, not guard their prisoners. Once they lost control of these Zhongyuan Dao Sect disciples, they would only become trouble.

They might even kill more people.

Feng Xueya's back was turned to Night Wishes for Snow, fully concentrating on repelling their opponents with the 10,000 Swords Formation.

"Snow, are you plagued by the dilemma of good and evil? Are you unable to see your...