Cheng Quan was like an enraged wolf, springing from the ground and joining more than a dozen Heavenly Prodigies as they swarmed Luo Bai like ravenous tigers pouncing on prey.
They seemed determined to repay that earlier sword strike a hundred, a thousand times over, their vicious attacks raining down on Luo Bai's vital points like a furious storm.
"Boy, stop resisting if you know what's good for you! Perhaps we'll leave you an intact corpse!"
But their only answer was a barrage of lightning-swift attacks. Luo Bai's eyes had gone red with bloodlust, as though a god of war had possessed him.
Even with more than a dozen of them exhausting every trick they knew, Cheng Quan and the others could not suppress him.
Luo Bai displayed strength far beyond others of his level. The dark-red greatsword in his hands was like the Grim Reaper's scythe; wherever it passed, even gods and Buddhas fled!
In mere moments, three or four Heavenly Prodigies had already met their deaths, filling the others with terror.
Luo Bai's aloof, beautiful senior sister Qu'er was like a fairy descended to earth, fighting more than a dozen opponents alone and still turning desperate situations into deadly counterattacks.
Wang Baishun, Hao Wu, and the others were equally fearless and ferocious, like tigers descending from the mountains, each chasing down eight or nine opponents and hammering them with attacks.
Before long, Cheng Quan, Cao Yan, and the others began thinking of retreat. The reason was simple: Luo Bai and his companions were far too fierce.
Moreover, they worked together seamlessly, like a precision machine. Their own side, by contrast, was a heap of loose sand, each fighting alone. How could they possibly contend with their opponents?!
"Things don't look good. Should we retreat right away?"
Cao