"Fairy Su He, we've been fighting the enemy in a bloody battle for four whole hours!
Our spiritual energy and stamina are stretched to their limits. If this keeps up, I'm afraid none of us will hold out!
Should we retreat for now and go back to rest and recover?"
Cao Feng roared himself hoarse, his voice rasping from overuse.
He was in a wretched state.
A deep wound on his thigh exposed the bone. Blood kept pouring from it, staining his clothes crimson.
Wounds of every size covered his body, leaving him drenched in blood as though he had just been hauled out of a pool of it.
The enemies facing them were numerous and powerful.
After four hours of grueling battle, their original force of over two hundred had dwindled to just over a hundred.
Every one of those remaining was gravely wounded, swaying on their feet as though they might collapse at any moment.
Even powerhouses like the Moon Emperor and Auntie Red bore seven or eight wounds, their clothes stained red with blood.
For all their formidable strength, two fists could hardly fend off four hands.
Fortunately, twenty-four puppets were still slaughtering the enemy tirelessly. Like killing machines, they never grew weary and never backed down.
Their presence relieved much of the pressure on Su He and the others. Without them, their casualties would likely have been far worse.
Yet the enemies surrounding them were all terrified as well.
They had never imagined that this seemingly weak band of opponents would prove so ferocious and so difficult to deal with.
In just four short hours, they had lost nearly two thousand people, with countless more wounded.
Had a dozen or so Heavenly Prodigies and members of the major powers not been overseeing them, these enemies