Dying Struggle! Bufan Awakens!

The remaining Blade Peak disciples barely maintained their formation, protecting Li Bufan in the center.

Their bodies were covered in wounds, their clothes soaked through with blood, and their true qi was nearly exhausted, yet their gazes remained resolute and their long sabers tightly gripped.

They knew that behind them stood their leader—the hope of Blade Peak claiming the flag. As long as they remained standing, they would never let anyone pass them.

As those people closed in again, someone shouted first, "Attack!" The nine Blade Peak disciples abandoned defense completely and launched a direct counterattack against the disciples of the other peaks.

The nine Blade Peak disciples were like nine unsheathed blades, charging into the enemy ranks with unstoppable momentum.

Their momentum surged like a rainbow, saber qi crisscrossing the field. They disregarded life and death, attacking without defending; every slash was delivered with all their strength, every slash carrying the resolve to trade one life for one life.

The others were also shocked by the Blade Peak disciples' spirit of "when enemies meet on a narrow road, the brave prevail."

They had not expected these Blade Peak disciples, already lamps drained of oil and flames at their end, to still possess such fighting spirit. For a moment, their charge threw everyone into disarray.

But the gap in strength was right there. No matter how valiant and battle-hardened the Blade Peak disciples were, they had no way to overcome the disparity in numbers.

Once the disciples of the various peaks steadied themselves, they attacked again. All manner of attacks rained down upon the nine Blade Peak disciples like a deluge.

Saber light, sword shadows, fist winds, and palm force intertwined, forming a destructive torrent.

Though the nine Blade Peak disciples resisted desperately, they were ultimately outnumbered. One after another,