"Junior Brother Ling, hurry and fall back to Senior Sister Xie Li!"
Shangguan Xia's voice rang out above the fierce battle. She drove her sword through an enemy's throat, blood splashing across her face without diminishing her imposing presence in the slightest.
She spun around and roared at the others behind her:
"We can't hold out here much longer!"
With that, she plunged back into the fighting without hesitation, her sword tracing streaks of cold light through the air.
The battle had raged for more than three hours, and both sides had become blood-mad.
Aside from the dozen or so fellow disciples led by Senior Sister Xie Li, who had yet to join the bloody slaughter, nearly a hundred others had already taken turns fighting several desperate rounds.
Corpses lay strewn across the battlefield, and blood stained the ground red.
Their line, originally planted halfway through the passage, had been forced back inch by inch to its inner entrance under the fierce assaults of Song Yu, Jiang Da, and the others.
Though Shangguan Xia and the others were all grievously wounded, they gritted their teeth and held on, refusing to retreat a single step.
Yet there were simply too many enemies, and their defensive line was gradually being breached.
"Junior Brother Lin, hurry and fall back with me to Senior Sister Xie Li and the others!"
Seeing the situation turn dire, Peng Dong shouted urgently, calling everyone to move back with him first.
He knew that if they delayed any longer, it might be too late.
Hearing Peng Dong's call, the others responded and struggled toward Senior Sister Xie Li's group.
Every step was a struggle. Blood kept seeping from their wounds, staining the earth beneath their feet.
At that moment, almost all the enemy's powerful fighters had gathered