Old Jin led Chi Yi, Fu Er, and the others, but they did not immediately charge behind the High Platform.
As they fought their way here, they had drawn the attention of most of the Netherlings.
Although they were worried about Luo Zheng's safety, they had no choice but to deal with the Netherlings converging behind them first. After all, they did not know that because Di Jin and the others had eaten the medicinal cakes, the Netherlings would not actually follow them into the shadows behind the High Platform.
Behind one of the High Platform's massive pillars, the muscles on Di Jin's face twitched slightly.
He realized that if he did not deal with Luo Zheng soon, the few of them would probably have no way to escape.
The exiles from these minor clans could die here without regret, but Di Jin himself had no intention of being buried here!
As the thought flashed through his mind, his attacks grew even more vicious!
"Die!"
Driven to desperation, Di Jin put nearly all his strength into a single slash.
As Luo Zheng kept retreating, he did as usual and raised his sword to block in front of him.
But everyone's physical strength had been weakened far too severely. Their strength was practically identical. Although Luo Zheng could apply his techniques to perfection, this sword strike actually failed to deflect the force behind Di Jin's slash!
"Clang!"
With a crisp ring, the longsword in Luo Zheng's hand was sent flying!
"What an opportunity!"
The other two exiles had already thrown caution to the wind, but Luo Zheng was so tenacious that they had still been unable to defeat him despite their prolonged assault. They were growing frantic as well.
Seeing the troublesome sword in Luo Zheng's hand knocked away by Di