"Senior Brother Wang, we can't hold out much longer! They're surging toward us like a tide-there are terrifyingly many of them!"
A Misty Sect disciple shouted himself hoarse at Wang Guodong as he struggled to fend off the enemy.
Wang Guodong's brows were tightly knitted, his face ashen. He had already sent messages to nearby disciples asking for help, but they had vanished like stones sinking into the sea.
Some disciples were too far away, beyond the reach of his whip; others were busy fighting over opportunities and had no time to spare.
Still others turned a blind eye to them, with no intention of lending a hand.
Now, they could rely only on themselves.
The earlier fighting had gone fairly smoothly, but they had now been battling for over an hour. Their stamina and spiritual energy had been heavily depleted, with no chance to replenish them.
Their opponents, however, could take turns attacking. As one side dwindled and the other grew stronger, they gradually fell into a disadvantage.
"Everyone, fall back into the palace and hold the entrance to the death! Once Junior Brother Luo Bai and the others finish receiving their inheritances, it'll be our turn to strike back!"
Wang Guodong raised his arm and shouted, leading the disciples back into the palace.
He took the lead, fighting with all his might at the very front to buy everyone precious time.
"Put some muscle into it! Don't let them retreat inside, or we'll be stuck in a drawn-out battle against a position that's easy to defend and hard to attack!"
Cheng Quan shouted at the top of his lungs, but few responded.
After all, everyone wanted to conserve their strength. Who would willingly throw caution to the wind and charge at the very front?
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