The pressure was several times stronger than it had been during the day yesterday!
"They're coming! Get ready to fight!" Ye Chendong barked, holding his short sword across his body, his gaze sharp as an eagle's.
Qin Xiaoyu, Wu Tian, Yang Wanqing, and Ying Wenjie immediately took their positions. Spiritual energy circulated through them as they drove the Eight-Nine Mystical Skill to its fullest, their blood surging. None of yesterday's inexperience or fear remained, only composure and fighting spirit.
Yang Wanqing loosened her wrists and ankles, then turned to Ying Wenjie. "Fourth junior brother, how about a contest today? Let's see who kills more."
Ying Wenjie glanced at her and said flatly, "No contest." He hated this sort of competition. If they were going to kill, they should just kill. Keeping count was exhausting.
Ying Wenjie stood to Yang Wanqing's left and drew a deep breath. He had put on new boots today and soaked his feet in Spirit Tea last night. His legs no longer ached, and his fists were no longer swollen. He decided to kill a few more today.
Qin Xiaoyu stood on the right, her longsword drawn, its blade gleaming cold silver in the morning light.
Ye Chendong stood a little farther away, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. Wu Tian stood beside him, cracking his knuckles.
"Here they come—" Yang Wanqing was the first to charge.
Soul-Devouring Abyss Demons poured from the pit like a tide, their grayish-white skin resembling rotting corpses in the morning light. The two sides collided, fists against claws, swords against teeth, and battle erupted across the wasteland once more.
Chen Hao arranged his tea set on the balcony. Xiao Qing flew down from the attic roof and landed on the railing, head tilted toward the battle by the deep