Urban Wolf King

Chapter 1203 1214: We Must Fight

The third array formation of the Prison Suppression Pass was growing dimmer, and it seemed that a few more attacks would break it.

Facing the Seven Great Demon Venerables and two million Demon Beasts, even if the 600,000 disciples of Mozi Academy were determined to fight, the situation was unfavorable due to the vast difference in strength.

Fang Jinchun and Yan Shilin exchanged glances and saw a resolve in each other's eyes, a determination to die fighting. They clenched their fists and shouted loudly, "We can only die fighting, not sitting. Brothers, once the array breaks, we fight our way out."

"Fight our way out!"

"Fight our way out!"

Although the disciples of the Inner Courtyard and Flame Peak responded with loud shouts, their voices were drowned out by the roaring of the Blazing Flame Flood Dragon outside the pass, with only thirty thousand people.

The remaining over 500,000 disciples were already pale with fear, trembling.

Among the crowd, the young lady Bai Yue sighed inwardly, thinking, "Wang Yan, I'm afraid I'll never see you again in this life. Take care. We'll meet in the next life."

The rest of the crowd also sighed deeply in their hearts.

But at the critical moment, everyone suddenly heard a loud voice in mid-air, "Stop this instant!"

Hearing this voice, the 600,000 disciples on the Prison Suppression Pass looked up, their eyes suddenly filled with excitement.

Everyone looked up to see several figures standing in mid-air.

The leading figure was a young man, tall and slender, with a cold face and icy eyes.

This was Wang Yan.

Standing behind Wang Yan were Beiming Xue, Liu Hua, Ma Jun, and Hu Wei.

Initially, Beiming Xue and the others stayed at Mozi Academy waiting for Wang Yan. Now, it seemed Wang Yan had emerged from the Ink Pool.

"Wang Yan—"

"Senior Brother—"

"Grand Marshal—"

Immediately, cheers erupted from the Prison Suppression Pass.

People cheered jubilantly, as if they had forgotten about the array formation that was about to be breached.

Despite the cheers from the Mozi Academy disciples, the demonic creatures and Six Great Venerable Beasts continued their attacks.

Wang Yan snorted coldly and flew forward, raising his right hand, revealing a glittering bell.

This was Wang Yan's Chaos Bell.

Wang Yan tossed the Chaos Bell upward, and it spun in mid-air, instantly growing enormous.

Then, Wang Yan spoke again, "Mere scoundrels, still unwilling to stop."

As these eight words left Wang Yan's mouth, the Chaos Bell also emitted eight humming sounds.

Wang Yan's words and the humming sounds merged into one.

It was as if Wang Yan's words were the bell's sound, and the bell's sound was Wang Yan's words.

The advancing two million Demon Beasts twisted painfully and retreated.

The demonic creatures, seeing the Chaos Bell, also retreated, no longer attacking, though their eyes flashed with greed.

Without the demonic creatures' attack, the attacks of the Six Great Venerable Beasts could not break the array formation of the Prison Suppression Pass. Seeing their army under the Chaos Bell's attack, they retreated a few steps, shielding the Demon Beast Army.

With the protection of the Six Great Venerable Beasts, the Demon Beast Army was freed from their previous suffering.

The dire crisis was surprisingly resolved by Wang Yan's simple eight words.

Wang Yan raised his hand and retrieved the Chaos Bell, then landed lightly on the Prison Suppression Pass.

Beiming Xue and the others also landed on the pass.

Elder Hei, Fang Jinchun, Yan Shilin, and others immediately gathered around, Elder Hei said joyfully, "Wang Yan, you finally arrived. If you were any later, we'd all likely be dead here."

From Elder Hei's demeanor, it seemed as if Wang Yan was the powerful Demon Venerable, while Elder Hei was the lesser-ranked Half-Venerable.

Wang Yan said, "Elder Hei, I'm a bit late, having just emerged from the Ink Pool."

Hearing that Wang Yan had stayed in the Ink Pool for a month, Elder Hei was secretly shocked, yet time was pressing, and he quickly explained the situation to Wang Yan.

While listening, Wang Yan gazed into the distance.

The ruins of the first two sections of the Prison Suppression Pass remained, six massive fireballs appeared unreachable, entirely engulfed by the Demon Beast Army.

After Elder Hei finished speaking, everyone looked to Wang Yan, waiting for his decision.

"Grand Marshal, what should we do?"

"Should we retreat?"

Impatient voices asked all around.

Wang Yan glanced at the anxious and terrified faces around him, quickly forming an idea.

He slowly said, "The six elders are trapped, and the enemy is strong. If we launch a strong attack, we are likely to lose."

Upon hearing Wang Yan's own concerns, everyone felt discouraged.

Yet Wang Yan continued, "It seems our only option is to escape, but with the current situation, before we even reach Blazing Flame Cave, the Prison Suppression Pass will fall. To get all 600,000 of us into Blazing Flame Cave would take at least a day. In that day, the Demon Beast Army would likely have killed us countless times."

At this point, everyone was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Wang Yan.

Only those who knew Wang Yan well sensed something unusual, a brightness in their eyes.

Wang Yan continued, "Even if some escape back to Mozi Academy, there are no defenses to hold, and the Demon Beast Army will catch up quickly. Thus, if we flee, the only outcome is death."

Hearing this, Fang Jinchun's eyes brightened, saying, "Senior Brother, what should we do then?"

Wang Yan nodded at Fang Jinchun, acknowledging that Fang Jinchun understood him and asked the right question at the right time.

Wang Yan then said loudly, "Since fleeing means death, why flee? If we fight, there's a slim chance of survival! Death holds no terror, why fear the fight!"

Wang Yan's words called for a fight to the death, finding life through giving it all.

What everyone feared was merely death.

Hearing Wang Yan's assessment, since death was unavoidable, they let go of their burdens.

Especially hearing Wang Yan's last words, the passion within them ignited.

First, the disciples of Flame Peak and the Inner Courtyard shouted, "Death holds no terror, why fear the fight! We want to fight!"

"We want to fight!"

The roar of the thirty thousand disciples swiftly spread across the entire Prison Suppression Pass.

The eyes of 600,000 disciples slowly brightened, and a long-lost fighting spirit began to rise within them.

"Death holds no terror, why fear the fight! We want to fight!"