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"This pavilion won't hold much longer,"
she said, her voice carrying a trace of hoarseness after overusing her Mental Power, yet it was exceptionally clear. "There's no time ahead, either."
Everyone's gazes instantly focused on her.
"The Central Courtyard battlefield," she raised her hand, her slender fingertip pointing southwest, where blinding Soul Skill flares were still erupting nonstop, "is about to collapse."
"All of you go support the Central Courtyard."
Su Ningxia wiped away the blood and sweat mixed with dust at the corner of her forehead and hurried a step forward. "Miss! If we all leave, only you, Young Master, and Miss Xi Xi will be left here. That's too..."
She looked into Xiao Yi's calm, rippleless eyes, and the rest of her words caught in her throat.
"Don't worry," Xiao Yi cut her off. "We can hold this side."
Her gaze swept over face after face, weary and bloodstained yet still tenacious. "You're badly wounded, and you're tired, but right now... you are also fresh reinforcements."
No further explanation was needed.
Everyone knew full well what the consequences of the Central Courtyard battlefield collapsing would be.
It meant the entire core area of the Chen Residence would be torn open. It meant Xia Yun, Wang Wei, and those people who were bitterly holding on would be completely drowned. It meant... this defensive battle would be declared over ahead of time.
As the person of highest status here, Chen Mu tightened his grip on the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword.
He quickly swept his eyes over his teammates, all wounded to varying degrees, exhausted to the limit, their wounds burning with pain.
After a brief silence, he nodded heavily, with no extra words. "All right. Leave it