The eerie mist churned, and faces that seemed to be crying and laughing surfaced within it.
The bloodstains on the Demon Suppressing Sword had congealed into blackness, giving off a pungent, nose-stinging odor.
The woman's long hair hung loose, veiling her fair, exquisite profile. The palm gripping the sword had split open, and blood kept dripping onto the ground along the cold hilt.
Yet even so, her eyes remained filled with fighting spirit. Even if the heavens collapsed and the earth cracked apart, she still possessed an unyielding will.
A man retreated to the woman's side. His entire right arm had been torn open, and blood gushed endlessly from the wound.
"Demon Slaying Envoy, while they haven't surrounded us yet, you should withdraw at once."
There was a trace of desolation and urgency in his voice.
Nearly a hundred Patrol Division cultivators had fought without pause, but now fewer than ten remained.
Meanwhile, the eerie monsters around them continued to multiply. Their deaths were only a matter of time.
Qing Feng firmly shook her head and said softly, "Ever since Shangyang Commandery, our Patrol Division has retreated again and again. I can leave today, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after?"
"How much farther are we supposed to retreat?"
"Great Gan's territory is vast, but not a single inch of it is superfluous."
"Since I am a member of the Patrol Division, whether I live or die, my existence must have value and meaning."
She bit her red lips. Over the years, all of Great Gan had paid a tremendous price to resist the eerie invasion, and the Patrol Division was no exception.
In truth, she should have died long ago. Being able to scrape by until now was already enough for her.
Hearing the woman's resolute voice,