"Senior brother, what do we do now?"
A man drenched in blood cried out in despair, his voice filled with dejection and helplessness.
Beside him, more than a dozen disciples were barely holding on, desperately resisting the storm of attacks from Shen Rong and the others.
All of them were wounded to varying degrees, their bodies stained red with blood, looking as though they might collapse at any moment.
"Fuck, that damned bastard Zhang! All we did was offend him once before. We bent over backward to please him every day, but he turned a blind eye. And now he's ruthless enough to do this to us!
This is going too far!
Junior brothers, we're in dire straits. We can't just sit here waiting to die!
Retreat, everyone! Save whoever can get away!
As long as we make it out alive, we'll make that bastard Zhang pay a terrible price!"
The burly man leading them roared in fury, his face twisted with hatred. He turned and charged toward the gap without hesitation, trying to carve out a path to survival.
But how could escaping possibly be easy for those who had been abandoned?
"Surrender and you'll be spared! Surrender and you'll be spared!"
Seeing that the enemy wanted to flee, Shen Rong immediately called out at the top of her voice.
She knew perfectly well that bringing these people under their control would not only reduce their own losses, but further shatter the enemy's will to resist.
Their opponents were no fools, however. They knew they would come to no good end if they surrendered, so every one of them fought like a madman to break out, completely ignoring Shen Rong's calls.
Meanwhile, the woman locked in fierce combat with Long Ji suddenly froze.
She had never imagined that