A presence came through the passage.
"It's one of ours," Zhao Xingwu said. He had sensed the power of vital energy and blood.
"It's Lü Sheng."
One of the grandmasters recognized the owner of that presence and was overjoyed. Someone coming back to report meant the situation had not yet reached its worst point.
The next moment, however, their expressions changed when they saw Lü Sheng.
Lü Sheng was in terrible shape, covered in wounds.
Commander Bai of Nanjiang did not immediately order the alloy building's doors opened. He waited a moment, and only after confirming that no one else was coming out behind him did he say, "Open the doors!"
As the doors opened, a blood-soaked old man staggered out on trembling legs.
"Two Rank Nines, five or six Rank Eights, and around twenty Rank Sevens!
"Half a day ago, Governor Wu and Commander Zhou held the enemy back while we coordinated from within and without, taking the stronghold!
"A day ago, we killed six Rank Sevens and one Rank Eight. Grandmaster Principal Chen died in battle. Li Changsheng slew a Rank Eight with his sword, but his fate is unknown. Everyone else scattered and retreated, awaiting the second group's entry."
The moment Lü Sheng emerged, he reported the enemy's situation and their own side's achievements.
He had spent an entire day in the unstable passage, and most of his injuries had been sustained there. Taking advantage of the passage's temporary stability, he had hurried back.
At his first two sentences, every grandmaster's expression changed. The worst-case scenario had happened—the two cities had joined forces. And with two Rank Nines, Nanjiang was in real trouble.
But then came the next sentence: six Rank Sevens and one Rank Eight killed, with only Chen Jinzhong dead. And Li Changsheng had actually