Lin Yue's voice was urgent and resonant, exploding through the camp like a thunderclap.
He did not dare delay in the slightest. He sprang to his feet, the longsword at his waist flashing from its sheath. With a glint of cold light, he charged straight at the foremost Shadow Demons.
As his longsword swept through the air, fierce Sword Qi tore through the darkness and slashed toward the leading Shadow Demons.
The piercing alarm instantly shattered the camp's tranquility.
The sleeping disciples were jolted awake. Still bleary-eyed, they saw countless black shadows already rushing before the tents, their ghostly green eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
With the threat of death right at hand, the disciples had no time to think. They struggled to their feet and frantically searched for their weapons.
Some disciples knocked over their packs in their panic, scattering pills across the ground; some rushed out barefoot before they had even dressed properly; others were so tense that their trembling hands could barely hold their weapons.
Battle erupted without warning.
Like starving wolves pouncing on prey, the Shadow Demons charged at the disciples. Their claws were as sharp as blades and carried dense Shadow Power, leaving streaks of black wounds wherever they passed.
One disciple reacted a moment too slowly and was clawed across the shoulder by a Shadow Demon. Blood instantly gushed out, and the searing pain made him stifle a groan. He staggered, nearly falling.
Another disciple was caught between two Shadow Demons. Though he fought desperately, he was still outnumbered. A Shadow Demon's claw tore a long gash across his back, and blood soaked through his robes.
Screams, clashing weapons, and the howls of Shadow Demons intertwined as the entire camp descended into chaos.
The disciples fought in haste, their formation scattered. Many were wounded in