On the outskirts of the battlefield, Liu Jiaojiao and her companions' charge began to slow noticeably.
They had been fighting fiercely for nearly three hours straight, exhausting both their bodies and their spiritual power.
By now, night had fallen, plunging their surroundings into darkness, but that did nothing to hinder the slaughter on either side.
Battle cries, the clash of weapons, and the groans of the wounded wove together, seemingly without end.
Liu Jiaojiao had also suffered serious injuries. Blood kept seeping from her wounds, soaking her clothes.
Her spear hand trembled slightly, betraying how close she was to exhausting her strength.
Even so, she continued charging and killing at the very front of the ranks without flinching. Her courage and tenacity commanded admiration.
Yet not one of Wang Lie, Chen Bo, or the others chose to flee either. Only a handful of people from various minor factions managed to escape by luck.
Everyone else who tried to run was mercilessly trampled into bloody pulp by the armored cavalry Liu Jiaojiao led.
After this brutal battle, Wang Lie and the others had fewer than ten thousand people left. Thousands of Heavenly Prodigies had fallen forever on this blood-soaked battlefield.
At that moment, Wang Lie, Chen Bo, and the others were hiding in the shadows, watching Liu Jiaojiao intently.
They had gathered over a hundred powerful Heavenly Prodigies, preparing to launch a surprise attack on Liu Jiaojiao and her companions.
As for Su He and the others near the passage at the center of the battlefield, they had no need to worry about them.
Wounded cultivators kept retreating there to rest and recover, forming a natural defensive line.
In the process, they surrounded Su He and her companions, grinding them down little by little. Though Su He and the others