"Have mercy!"
The Patriarch's voice, tinged with urgency, echoed. As he spoke, a surge of energy emanated from within the sect, countering the Old Mountain Demon's pressure and forming a protective shield for the disciples.
Upon seeing the Patriarch and the Elders arrive, the diciples finally felt relieved and their faces shone with excitement.
They believed their Patriarch could confront the Old Mountain Demon. Even if he couldn't win, their combined strength would deter him. The Old Mountain Demon will not get away so easily!
Seeing the arrival of more people, the Old Mountain Demon snorted, withdrawing his pressure. His voice, filled with dominance, rang out. "I have no patience for talk. Bring me the children and the beast, or I'll begin a massacre!"
"Our sect has always been peaceful with yours. Why are you here, bullying our disciples? Do you think we don't have anyone in our sect?" The Patriarch, humiliated in front of his people, struggled to maintain composure.
