This scene had unfolded too suddenly, too violently. For a moment, the vast majority of the red-robed men and Kunlun disciples had failed to react.
Just as Young Master Gold, still unyielding, charged several zhang forward before suddenly plummeting down, Nangong Xiaoyan spat out a cloud of blood.
Although he had joined forces with Yin Shisan to kill Young Master Gold in one stroke, the destruction of the Six-Jia Golden God, a magic treasure linked to his mind, had dealt Nangong Xiaoyan grave damage. Moreover, all of Nangong Xiaoyan's attention had been fixed on Young Master Gold just then, allowing a spell cast by a red-robed cultivator within the enemy ranks to strike him as well, blasting a bloody hole through his abdomen.
"Fall back. I'll kill Young Master Water."
Yin Shisan's left hand had been completely crippled. To a cultivator, that meant many spells could no longer be cast, and his strength had been greatly diminished. Yet there was not the slightest trace of pain on his face as he swiftly spoke to Nangong Xiaoyan. His voice remained incomparably resolute and calm.
"This won't work." Nangong Xiaoyan had never doubted or opposed Ming Shisan's decisions before, but now he shook his head rapidly. "We have to find a way to break the Netherworld Blood Sea formation. Otherwise, we can't possibly hold them off."
Nangong Xiaoyan had never doubted or opposed Ming Shisan's decisions because he could see that Ming Shisan and the others were dead warriors willing to pay any price for Kunlun. This filled him with an indescribable respect for them. But at this moment, another thought rose in his heart with unprecedented clarity and intensity: with the strength they currently possessed, they simply could not stop these locust-like red-robed cultivators.
"This formation cannot be broken." As Ming