It was indeed Luna, Xerxes, and the others in the distance.

They had encountered a horde powerful of undead demon beasts, and since there was a large number, the few were in a predicament.

“Luna, Freya, you should break through and run to that shrine first! Don’t mind us! Hurry!” Xerxes shouted.

Here, he possessed the highest cultivation level.

He grabbed a small flag in his hand. A treasure only as large as his palm, its power was quite stunning... However, Principal Lawlor appeared to have poor endurance while using the flag. With his current cultivation level, the mental consumption was too great. He was so tired that his face turned pallid, and he was sweating bullets.

Luna was plucked the Sky-Devil Zither with bloodstained fingers. “Uncle Xerxes, you’re already out of strength. You can’t hold it at all. If we were to leave, it would be leaving you to die here. I will never allow it.”

Martiny said, “If you don’t go, we will all die! Leave quickly while you still can!”

“Mom,