"Strike while she's wounded! Kill her!"
That roar instantly reignited the already tense atmosphere.
Though Lü Wei, Feng Hai, and the others were filled with terror, they all knew that Zhang Jie was gravely wounded. This was their best chance to strike.
Despite their fear, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and steel themselves to charge.
Shouting wildly to bolster their courage, they surged toward Zhang Jie like a tide.
"Ah... help..."
"No..."
Yet death came just as swiftly as their charge.
Zhang Jie seemed entirely unaffected by the wound on her right shoulder. Her movements remained broad and forceful, every strike brimming with strength and killing intent.
A closer look would have revealed the veins bulging in her neck. Clearly, she too was under immense strain.
The encirclement had lasted nearly an hour, and Zhang Jie alone had killed over a hundred enemies. That terrifying record left everyone dumbfounded.
Had the losses not been shared among several factions, they would likely have collapsed long ago.
After all, fighting like this was simply marching to their deaths.
"Move! I'll carve a bloody path out. Follow me!"
Zhang Jie growled, her voice echoing across the blood-soaked battlefield like a vengeful ghost from hell.
Then, like a ferocious beast, she resumed her frenzied slaughter around Senior Sister Zhao and the others.
As soon as the enemy pulled back a little, Zhang Jie acted decisively, leading Senior Sister Zhao and the others forward in a steady formation as they tried to break through the encirclement.
"Stop them! Hurry! Don't let them escape!"
Yu Manfeng and Cheng Fengyan screamed themselves hoarse, relentlessly directing the disciples of the various factions to swarm in like a tide, desperate to halt Zhang Jie's advance.
The two swords in Zhang Jie's hands were slick