After Peng Dong's Hundred-Kill Fist attacks swept through like a violent storm, Pan Sheng shot into the passage like an arrow loosed from its bow and scrambled to set up several formations.
Before he could reinforce them, several fierce streaks of Sword Qi slashed toward him like lightning, instantly shattering the newly laid formations like fragile porcelain.
Pan Sheng hurriedly unleashed several attacks with his Ruler to try to counter them, but his opponent kept launching Sword Qi from the entrance like a relentless storm.
Pinned down without the slightest chance to set up formations, Pan Sheng could only swing his Ruler as though fighting for his life. Both sides traded ranged attacks through the passage like mortal enemies meeting face-to-face.
Dust and smoke instantly filled the narrow passage, obscuring both sides like a thick fog. Unable to see what was happening across from them, they could only keep attacking like headless flies.
Outside, Ouyang Hong of the Corpse Puppet Sect controlled several puppets, using them like walls of bronze and iron to block the attacks as he slowly advanced, step by step.
Beside him, Zhao Xin kept unleashing streak after streak of Sword Qi like a frenzied dancer.
Inside, Pan Sheng and the others also realized things were going badly. Tiger Howl and Peng Dong stood ready on either side like two door gods, with more than twenty fellow disciples behind them.
Those disciples wove layer upon layer of formations behind them to obstruct the enemy, while Pan Sheng and the other two held the front like shields against the assault.
Listening to the clashes drawing ever closer, neither side could see the other, like blind men feeling their way around an elephant, yet both knew perfectly well that their enemies were right before them.
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