The female cultivator's face was ashen, and everyone's blood was boiling.
Everyone seemed united, but the female cultivator was truly a loner.
Even Councilor Cheng, upon hearing Shen Yue's words, couldn't help but ask softly, "Can Shen Yue rescue all the spaces?"
If Shen Yue could do that, Councilor Cheng certainly wouldn't mind teaming up with him.
At the brink of life and death, surviving is the most crucial thing. Whether to ally with Satan or God, it seems to make no difference to Councilor Cheng.
Du Zijun did not respond, frowning as if pondering something.
The female cultivator stood there alone, murmuring, "Fine, you've all chosen to be my enemies."
Shen Yue hesitated to speak, but Shui Qingmeng questioned, "Then why don't you think about why everyone stands against you?"
The female cultivator regained her cold demeanor, "When the flock faces a lone wolf, their presumed unity is actually fragile."
Everyone was in awe.
