Half an hour later.
Like phantoms, Luo Bai, Xu Mu, and the others crept back to the site of the fierce battle.
They hid like ghosts in the darkness halfway up the mountain, watching without blinking.
Not far ahead of them, another group lurked in the shadows like cunning hares, spying on the battle.
Several more groups on the left were also watching the two sides fight, their faces full of ill intent.
All told, there were probably more than a dozen factions nearby, all lurking like hungry wolves, coveting the spoils and hoping to loot the burning house once both sides had battered each other.
Inside the valley, the two sides fought until heaven and earth seemed plunged into darkness. Spells and attacks poured down in an unending tempest, while two or three hundred corpses lay strewn across the ground.
Zhou Ji, Zhou Hai, and the others were badly wounded by now. Opposite them, Lü Zheng fought with the ferocity of a tiger charging down a mountain, single-handedly chasing the two of them around like dogs without a home.
Only around a hundred and forty or fifty of the disciples Zhou Ji and the others had brought remained, while the disciples Lü Zheng had brought had suffered only half as many losses.
Below, Han Feng and He Bin were also locked in a bitter struggle. Both had been wounded, and neither had gained much of an advantage. At this rate, the outcome would probably leave them both badly hurt.
They had also noticed the people on either side watching them like ravenous tigers, waiting for one side to win.
Or perhaps, once both sides were wounded, those people would pounce like hungry wolves descending on prey and tear a vicious bite out of them.
The longer Han Feng