Qian Ying's gaze swept over Chen Mo's group of four. Without showing any reaction, he charged toward the Flame Passage.
Since the four of them were not dead yet, they could just follow behind. In any case, he would still need manpower later, and perhaps when the time came, those four could hold off Black Shadow for a while.
But just as Qian Ying lifted his leg and continued toward the Great Hall, sighing inwardly, an earth-shaking boom suddenly erupted beside him. "Boom!"
That familiar, thick corridor pillar had once again been lifted by several Black Shadows working together, and they smashed it hard into the wall of the Flame Passage.
The Flame Wall, which had originally been stacked together fairly solidly, was instantly smashed open again, leaving a massive gap. Burning timber scattered in every direction, sparks filled the air, and many blazing pieces of wood even came crashing down toward Qian Ying's body. Because of the impact, the surrounding flames weakened considerably as well.
Immediately afterward, several Black Shadows swiftly followed up, gripping Rafters in their hands as they carefully picked away the burning wood scattered around the gap one piece at a time, clearing it cleanly and giving the flames no chance to flare up again.
In the blink of an eye, the gap had been cleared completely. More than a dozen Black Shadows charged madly in through the opening like starving wolves pouncing on prey. They moved with extreme speed, and there were many of them; in an instant, they blocked Qian Ying's path and trapped him inside the Flame Passage.
Qian Ying's expression changed. He inwardly cried out that this was bad, immediately tightened his grip on the Xiantian Short Sword in his hand, circulated the Xiantian power inside the body, and met the charging