Although six foreign cultivators had already taken up a defensible position inside the Wind Spirit Stone mine, rushing in would hardly end well. But going in still gave them a chance to fight for their lives. If they stayed outside, they would face twelve flying cavalry warriors and twelve high-tier spirit birds. The enemy outnumbered them four to one; staying out here meant certain death. Even knowing that entering the mine meant nine chances in ten of dying, the Shangqing Sect cultivators had no other choice.
"Everyone, move aside!" another black-robed elder at the late stage of Foundation Establishment cried out. He hurled a fiery red bead into the mine, his face contorted with pain at the thought of its cost. But with their lives hanging by a thread, he couldn't afford to worry about that now.
With a boom, the red bead exploded inside like a thunderclap. Several screams rang out from within the mine. Some of the foreign cultivators had clearly been caught in the blast.
"Kill!" Even a cornered rabbit would bite, let alone these Foundation Establishment cultivators. Once driven to desperation, they would unleash every trick they had. Taking down the remaining few would still cost the attackers dearly.
Taking advantage of the red bead's explosion, several cultivators at the late stage of Foundation Establishment charged inside, their spirit shields raised despite the blistering waves of heat. The last man was half a step too slow; a flying cavalry warrior's arrow pierced his leg. He could only cry out in pain and drag himself into the mine.
Fierce fighting and shouts erupted from inside. Dust billowed through the mine, leaving it pitch-black. Apart from the sounds of combat and the occasional cry of pain, those outside had no way to judge how the battle was going.