"The main peak has fallen!"
"Elders, disaster! Our mountain gate on the main peak has fallen! The enemy has broken in!"
An uproar rose from the West River Gate's main peak on Nine Ridges Mountain as more and more Materialized Heaven puppets pressed their assault.
In just a single night, this local sect with over ten thousand years of history had fallen completely. Its disciples could not hold out, and the enemy had slaughtered its way up the mountain.
Bitterness welled up in the West River Gate's Sect Master's heart, and his already tightly knitted brows drew into an even grimmer frown.
"Retreat! We can't hold this place!"
"Sect Master..."
"Sect Master..."
The elders were unwilling to accept it. They had barely even acted this time, and now they had to retreat?
Yet at the thought of the enemy legions blanketing the mountains outside, everyone's heart began to pound with apprehension.
Their strength and magic power were limited. If they really went out to fight, how long could they last?
Did they really think the enemy had no high-rank battle puppets?
The West River Gate's Sect Master sighed mournfully. Without further explanation, he leaped out of the great hall. His magic power surged as he transmitted his voice in every direction. "All disciples defending the mountain, heed my command! Abandon your positions immediately and assemble in the mountain gate plaza!"
The grand formation's protective restrictions still remained around the plaza. Gangstone bullets and artillery fire came hurtling in like a torrential downpour, only to explode in midair several dozen feet away.
Hunting hounds did manage to crawl up along the stone paths, but before long, several Foundation Establishment disciples covering the retreat joined forces to whip up a gale and fling them straight off the cliffs.
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