"Agreed."
Jiang Zhiyun nodded and said, "Chen Mo is also a tributor of our sect, naturally, we must ensure his safety."
Then the two turned to look at Sikong Zuiyue.
Sikong Zuiyue's calm voice came from within the black fog, "You don't have to look at me, I've signed a covenant with Chen Mo; abandoning him would bring heavenly retribution."
"Alright, it's settled then."
Zhu Huai forcefully thumped his cane on the ground, shaking off the nearby undead, and shouted, "Tianshu Pavilion disciples, hear the command: form the Nine Palace Xuantian Defense Array, resist the corpse tide, and guard Chen Mo's path to enlightenment!"
Jiang Zhiyun immediately followed, "Martial Saint Mountain disciples, assist in the defense from head to tail, not allowing any undead to break through the line!"
"Yes!"
The group was initially panicked, but now they calmed down.
