Looking at the dim sky outside the Beiming Mansion, everyone's heart felt like it was pierced by a thorn. One Sect, Two Clans, Three Holy Lands, including many other sects had surrounded the Beiming Mansion airtight. Not even a fly could get through.
Moreover, more and more cultivators were heading towards the Beiming Mansion. The Holy Hall and the Beiming, their fate was sealed. Even if deities descended, it might not save them.
"It seems our Beiming Mansion can't be preserved until the end." Beiming Yu looked up at the dim sky outside, frowning and sighing repeatedly.
The Beiming Family established by her own hand existed in Yanjing for only a few decades. Unexpectedly, through these experiences, the vast Beiming Mansion had already been half-destroyed.
Deaths and injuries, this was the most heartbreaking matter for Beiming Yu.
