In the Kun Cang Enlightened Realm, they were inherently no match for the Haoyuan Sect's Enlightened Realm experts.
Everyone had actually been hovering on the edge of whether to retreat or not.
If they did not retreat, they might truly be beaten to death alive.
But if they retreated, it would trigger a catastrophic rout among the Enlightened Realm experts, turning this resistance into a failure just short of victory.
Hearing Lin Xiaosu's summons was like receiving a pardon.
They hurried over, scrambling and tumbling.
One, two, three...
Ten in total.
"Only the ten of us remain! The three sect masters of the Western Medicine Sect, Hunter Sect, and Yueyang Sect... have all died in battle!" Li Changjiang of the Donglie Sect wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. There were unmistakably chunks of flesh in that blood.
His internal injuries were clearly severe.
Hua Miaoyi's heart shook violently.
At present, their side had only ten Enlightened Realm experts left. With Feng Ji, who had just advanced, that made eleven.
The enemy still had fourteen.
And their overall strength far surpassed theirs.
Could this battle truly end with a grand beginning and a feeble finish?
True Essence phantoms filled the skies around the perimeter.
A purple-robed giant phantom threw back his head and laughed. "Excellent! Gathered in one place, you'll be even easier to annihilate! Slaughter them all—leave not a single one alive!"
Hua Miaoyi's heart lurched as her gaze turned toward Lin Xiaosu.
Was this method of gathering together really wise?
Just as the purple-robed man had said, with such a vast disparity in power between the two sides, would gathering together not give the enemy the perfect chance to wipe them out in one stroke?
If they scattered, at least some of them might escape. But