"Ah..."
At that hair's-breadth moment, a streak of sword light suddenly sliced the enemies before Senior Sister Zhao and the others in half at the waist. It was as swift as lightning, leaving them no time to react.
As the sword light flashed past, the enemies' bodies split cleanly in two as though struck by magic. Blood sprayed everywhere in a gruesome spectacle.
In the wake of that sword light, a broad path opened before Senior Sister Zhao and the others. The enemies who had packed it moments earlier now lay scattered across the ground, plainly slain by that single stroke.
Senior Sister Zhao looked closely and saw Senior Sister Zhang charging toward them like a god of war, the Starfire Sword in hand.
She moved with incredible speed. Wherever she passed, enemies fell, not one spared.
"Junior sisters, stop! Senior Sister Zhang has come to save us!"
Senior Sister Zhao shouted excitedly, her voice brimming with joy and hope.
Hearing her cry, Junior Sister Su and the others hurriedly stopped rousing their cultivation. They had been ready to self-detonate and fight to the death,
but now that Senior Sister Zhang had descended upon the battle like a divine warrior from heaven, hope of survival flared in their hearts again.
"What? Senior Sister Zhang is here?"
Junior Sister Su and the others gazed at Senior Sister Zhang's mighty figure in disbelief, their faces filled with delighted surprise.
Before Zhang Jie reached them, her voice rang out:
"Senior Sister Zhao, how are you all? Can you still fight? Hurry and fight your way out with me!"
Concern and urgency filled her voice. She was clearly deeply worried about their safety.
Looking at Zhang Jie's valiant figure, Senior Sister Zhao's eyes shone with excitement. It was as though she were once