Generally speaking, death matches between cultivator sects rarely reached the point of fighting until neither side rested.
For one thing, cultivators possessed endlessly varied methods. You never knew what strange means a cultivator might have to keep himself alive, and as long as he did not die, he would forever remain a needle in your heart, pricking at your mind.
For another, even if things truly reached the point of fighting to the bitter end, the cost would be staggering.
After all, when surrounding and intercepting an enemy, leaving them an opening and a path of retreat made them easier to break. But if you sealed off every route and drove them into a corner with nowhere left to go, then all that remained was an opponent driven mad.
Someone who no longer wanted to live could always unleash strength beyond imagination.
Before this, the Alliance cultivators had held the advantage in momentum, equipment, cultivation realm, and techniques. But once the fight truly became a battle to the death, those opponents they had once crushed with ease suddenly became extraordinarily troublesome.
The casualty count began to climb rapidly. The only news that could be called good was that, because the Alliance's left and right flanks had not yet fallen into disorder, most of the wounded could still retreat safely.
After all, the enemies opposite them had already gone mad in their struggle like trapped beasts. Expecting them to precisely pick out opponents who exposed openings was asking a little too much.
"Sir, let us come and support you?"
Seeing Ye Xiu about to step forward and continue fighting the Three Realms Sect's great cultivators alone, the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators who had come with the Alliance followed him, weapons in hand and resolute expressions on their faces.
Without question, Ye