"As time passed, fewer and fewer people remained alive in Li Manor. Fewer and fewer... until, in the end, only five were left."
Li Qingqing looked at her four uncles beside her, then at the corpses strewn all around them. Her eyes were bloodshot.
The vast Li Family had been wiped out just like that.
Now, only her four uncles remained.
Those once-familiar faces all lay on the ground, each death more miserable than the last.
"Miss, you go first. We'll hold them back."
Looking at the several hundred people in the distance, a burly man spoke in a low voice. His body was covered in horrifying blade wounds, blood constantly spilling from them.
Yet his cultivation was profound, so he would not die for the moment. But if the bleeding continued, his death would only be a matter of time.
"No, Uncle Li, let's go. Let's go."
Li Qingqing wept miserably. She could not help with anything—she could not help at all. She did not want to watch any more of her family leave her.
If, in the end, she was the only one left, what meaning would there be in living?
"Today, the Li Family shall be destroyed."
In the distance, the masked man at the very front finished speaking and slowly raised his left hand, giving it a wave. The gathered experts behind him surged forward in a swarm.
At the same time, he was secretly alarmed. The Li Family truly deserved its reputation as a martial arts family; its strength could not be underestimated.
This time, twenty-five factions had come, numbering nearly several thousand people in total. Yet unexpectedly, only a few hundred remained alive now.
Still, their goal was about to be achieved. The Li Family would ultimately be annihilated.
"Miss, run!"
The burly man