Just then, Shui Furong suddenly seemed to sense something on the swamp battlefield. She whipped her head around and glanced behind her several times.
Yet all she saw was a chaotic mass of figures, with nothing unusual she could distinguish.
Though a trace of doubt lingered in her heart, she could only shake her head, dismiss the feeling as her imagination, and throw herself back into the fierce fighting with full concentration.
Meanwhile, a short distance ahead, Shui Ying'er, Lin Qinqin, and the others finally secured the two small clusters of opportunities after a bitter struggle.
They fought as they retreated, forcefully driving back the enemies encircling them, and eventually made it safely back to the main force.
Elsewhere, Shui Yanbin and Guo Mumo joined the disciples of the Mu Family and the Misty Sect in a life-and-death battle against Kong Hao, Ma Guan, and the others.
The two sides traded blows without yielding an inch, and the fighting was exceptionally fierce.
Although Shui Yanbin and his companions were formidable, Kong Hao and his allies were no ordinary opponents either. They had numbers, plenty of allies, and tremendous strength, leaving the two sides evenly matched for the moment.
Still, everyone in this chaotic melee understood that with so many opportunities here, there was no need to fight to the death over a momentary gain or loss.
After all, rather than waste their time here, they would be better off hurrying to seize more resources.
Thus, after a prolonged stalemate, both sides tacitly chose to withdraw for the time being and seek other opportunities.
Across the swamp battlefield, agonized screams, battle cries, and groans of pain intertwined, rising and falling in waves that shook the heavens.
Cultivators fell in battle every moment. The scene was brutally gruesome, severed limbs lay