In truth, before Cao Haihua had a chance to voice his thoughts, the tide had already begun to turn in their favor. The twelve Yellow Cliff Valley cultivators who had just arrived caught the smell of blood inside and darkened their faces. Without another word, one elderly man summoned a stone monster clad head to toe in rock armor. It charged ahead into the mine, intent on avenging its fellow disciples.
The mine entrance was narrow, and the battle inside once again grew ferocious. Six people had gone in, and they were fighting tooth and nail.
"Now's our chance. Let's attack! Those Flying Cavalry Tribe people just left. Even if they come back, it'll take them a little while. Besides, three of the Upper Clear Sect cultivators in the mine are Foundation Establishment Late Stage. They can hold out for a bit. We'll hit them from both sides!" Cao Haihua gave a low, pleased laugh and strode out from the crowd.
"What are we waiting for? Let's attack too!" After lying low for some time, the others saw that the situation was clear and their spirits naturally soared.
"Senior Brother Lu, I'll lead the charge." Peng Dayong, with his unmistakable farmer's air, let out a strange cry and summoned a small ochre flag. He stepped half a pace ahead of Lu Xiaotian.
Wu Yan's magical weapon was a small red ring that had been reforged. It had actually reached the level of a superior-grade magical weapon, and its aura was formidable.
Lu Xiaotian paused briefly and pointed ahead. He had kept a low profile in the past, but by now many people knew that he had overpowered Yuan Hao of the Ancient Sword Sect and subdued Luo Qian, the Soaring Heavens Palace's prodigy, even making the proud Su Qing lower