Lin Bai came down from Lonely Mountain and happened to see Wu Ming trapped in a desperate situation. He immediately charged over with his sword.
He cut down the Demon Race warrior before Wu Ming.
Wu Ming looked up and said grimly, "You're here."
Lin Bai asked, "How's the situation?"
Wu Ming's expression grew even grimmer. He shook his head and said, "Very bad. There are too many of these demons, while Moonrise City has fewer than five thousand defending martial artists. Most of them are below the fifth level of the Life Extinction Realm. They simply can't resist!"
"Less than an hour has passed, yet more than half of Moonrise City's five thousand martial artists have already been killed or wounded."
"At this rate, Moonrise City will definitely fall within an hour!"
Wu Ming spoke unwillingly.
"No matter what, even if we fight until the last martial artist of Moonrise City is standing, we must hold it. If Moonrise City falls, we'll have nowhere left to take shelter." Lin Bai spoke firmly.
"Then let's fight to the death!"
Lin Bai said coldly.
Wu Ming said, "All right, then. We'll fight to the death!"
At once, Lin Bai's figure blurred as he left Wu Ming's side and struck at a Demon Race warrior with his sword. His peerlessly sharp sword gleam immediately cut the demon down beneath his blade.
At the same time, Lin Bai did not pause for even a moment. Like a killing machine, he began slaughtering his way through the Demon Race!
One sword! One sword! One sword!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Lin Bai's vision was almost dyed red with blood!
"Big Brother Wu Ming, Big Brother Lin Bai, I'm here to help you."
At that moment, a figure rushed out of Moonrise City.
Lin Bai turned around.