The mountain forest was shrouded in night.
With each burst of blood flowers, a fleeing disciple of the Five Swords Sect was wounded and knocked to the ground, their mobility crippled.
After more than a dozen breaths.
Jiang Ning stopped making a move and shook his head.
"There are simply too many people. With one man's strength, it really is difficult to catch them all in one net!" he sighed inwardly.
Even with him making a move, quite a few disciples of the Five Swords Sect had escaped his attack range. Those who had risen from bed to investigate the commotion could escape the mountain gate with particular ease.
As for the rest, he could only leave it to the troops led by Feng Xiaochen below and see how effective their road blockade was.
Then his gaze fell back upon the square.
He saw that quite a few disciples of the Five Swords Sect had not chosen to flee in all directions. Instead, they had spontaneously engaged the people he had brought in battle.
Even though people were wounded from time to time, they continued to resist bravely.
In this brief span of time, some of the people he had brought had already fallen to the ground, bleeding heavily, their life or death unknown.
"They really are worthy of respect!" Jiang Ning secretly sighed.
At this point, he no longer made a move. Instead, he hovered in the air and quietly watched the activity below.
As their superior, he had already helped them enough.
Once they embarked on this road, there would be no shortage of slaughter in the future. He could not possibly remain at their side at all times to protect and cover them.
In the end, the only person one could rely on was oneself.
These people