Dapeng transformed into his true form, and Xuan sat on his back. With Dapeng's speed, the two reached their destination and joined the battle in just a few breaths.
The remaining three members of the South District Seventh Squad were still holding on. Everyone else lay on the ground, injured but not in mortal danger.
The blade wounds were not fatal; they had merely left them unable to move.
Xuan drew his longsword and rushed at the nearest enemy.
His sword pierced the opponent's wrist, sending the short blade flying from his hand.
He spun and stabbed another enemy in the thigh, forcing the man to his knees.
Another enemy had already been tackled from behind by Dapeng.
Dapeng pinned him to the ground and smashed a fist into his face.
The man passed out.
Xuan glanced at Dapeng, seeing him in a new light.
Though this poor student was usually unreliable, he could still come through when it mattered.
The two helped the fallen disciples up one by one and checked their injuries.
None were seriously injured. They only had superficial wounds and depleted spiritual power.
Xuan took out spirit pills from his Storage Bag and handed one to each person.
The disciples accepted the pills, swallowed them, and sat in meditation to recover.
Once they had mostly recovered, Xuan led the team back.
After returning inside the barrier at their encampment,
Xuan sent a message through the Communication Jade Talisman.
"Everyone, report in."
Messages popped up one after another. Every disciple was present, and no one had fallen behind.
Xuan read through the messages once and confirmed that everyone was alive.
"That's good. Not a single one can be missing."
The Communication Jade Talisman was immediately flooded with messages.
"Martial brother Xuan, what you said almost made me