He seemed already to have seen the tragic deaths of the Falling Goose Pass Cultivators.
What weighed more heavily on his heart was the thought of the Falling Goose Pass Cultivator who, gasping for his last breath, didn't even have the strength to say his own name but struggled to entrust him with a message, hoping he could bring a glimmer of hope back to Falling Goose Pass. That sense of obstruction in his heart was overwhelming.
Yet, under the current circumstances, unless the Demon Race harbored no intentions of killing him, he had no choice but to retreat.
But how could that be possible?
Given the Demon Race's hatred for the Human Race, the moment they discovered him, a Human Cultivator, they would likely swarm him and tear him to pieces.
"Young Master, if the strongest Fourth Realm isn't enough, then the strongest Fifth Realm, the strongest Sixth Realm," Qin Yitian's resolute voice rang out, "even the strongest Seventh Realm!
