What felt like an eternity passed before Su Yan finally broke free of that seemingly endless torment.
His body trembled from the sheer strain of enduring it, and tiny beads of sweat covered his forehead.
Panting, he hurriedly reached down to tighten his sash, as though that alone could quiet the frenzied voices inside him a little.
He tied his sash tight, even securing it with several hard knots. Only after making sure it would not come loose again did he breathe a small sigh of relief.
Su Yan raised his head and looked toward the distant battlefield.
He saw Senior Sister Zhang and the others locked in fierce combat with the enemy, every one of them fighting valiantly without retreating an inch.
Yet there were simply too many enemies, pouring in endlessly like a rising tide.
Despite the overwhelming ferocity with which Senior Sister Zhang and the others cut down their foes, many of their senior and junior sisters were soon wounded.
The fighting grew ever more intense. Both sides were swept up in fury, and neither showed any intention of stopping.
At this rate, the Plain Maiden Sect disciples would likely suffer heavy casualties.
A sharp pain stabbed through Su Yan's heart. He remembered the twenty-odd senior sisters who had just died inside the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, and the thought tore at him.
These senior sisters of the Plain Maiden Sect had always treated him like their own younger brother, lavishing care and affection on him.
How could he bear to watch them suffer such devastating casualties right before his eyes?
Su Yan's expression turned icy. He abruptly turned his head and fixed a hard stare on the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.
His hands rapidly formed seals as he murmured an incantation.
As he moved, the passage that had already