Escape

Even if there was no hope, one must take a chance. This was Zhao Shisan's inherent nature.

Since she could still stand up, she could naturally fight.

Zhao Shisan did not expect that the people of Demon Sect would tear their faces so quickly and engage in a fight. But thinking about it, there was no surprise. There was no face between Demon Sect and justice side. Both sides had the intention to train their disciples, so they might as well practice.

If there were to be a full-scale war, then be it. The struggle between Demon Sect and justice side had been going on for millions of years, and there seemed to be no end. Perhaps it would continue in the future. For millions of years before, now, and in the future, there would always be irreconcilable conflicts between people.

But it was precisely through this continuous struggle that one batched after another of talented disciples emerged.