Shen Le: Isn't that what I'm here for?
"Kill!"
"Kill!!!"
"Hold that side! Don't let the skeleton army damage the Soul-Calming Figurines!"
"Who's charging with me? Break through the bone generals!"
"Senior martial brother! Senior martial brother, calm down! The White Bone City is right behind them! We're too close to the skeleton army!"
A chaotic chorus of shouts rang out. Some paced the stars and fought the Dipper, some raised their hands and unleashed lightning, while others swung treasured swords, hurling flaming meteors into the Charnel Forest one after another...
Others merged with their swords, turning into streaks of white light that shot into the frigid woods, felling swathes of ghost trees bearing crow nests. Shen Le watched from behind, shaking his head.
Sigh, he was still too weak. His sword aura could only extend three inches. Only once it reached three feet could he begin practicing sword-riding flight, and only at six feet or more could he merge with his sword.
As he was now, he simply could not take damage on the front lines. He could only stay obediently in the rear and pick off a few minor enemies...
Still, that was better than standing by and doing nothing! Shen Le drew his sword and rushed forward, cutting down the skeleton nearest to the Soul-Calming Figurines. Two martial nephews immediately dragged him back and pinned him firmly in the rear.
"Don't go! Martial Uncle, don't go! It's fine if we get hurt, but if you're injured, no one will be able to re-fire the Soul-Calming Figurines!"
The Soul-Calming Figurines did indeed need to be re-fired. Under this assault, the senior martial brothers had ultimately failed to stop the skeleton legions attacking from all directions. Of the three hundred porcelain figurines they had just buried, half had been