Yang Luo cupped his hands and said, "Dear elders, now that the ancestors of the three Protoss races have sent people to attack the Star Ruins Divine Realm, we must hurry and go help!"
"In the great battle a year ago, Brother Xingxu and his people came to help us. Now that they are in trouble, how can we stand by and do nothing?"
"Besides, the people sent by the ancestors of those three races certainly won't spare us. Instead of waiting for them to come to us, it's better to go on the offensive!"
"The Three Realms have already suffered great destruction and have just been rebuilt; they cannot be destroyed again!"
Ji Qingcang, Qilin family, and others spoke out one after another.
Yang Luo nodded and said, "There's no time to lose, let's set off quickly!"
"Brother Yang, dear elders, we're going too!"
"Right, right, we want to go too!"
"The more people, the more strength!"
Bujie, Ning Jianfeng, Ji Longyue, and others all clamored to go along.
