"Qinqin... how dare you, you scoundrels!"
Miss Shui was beside herself with rage. Her eyes widened as she stared in shock and fury at the three women flung into the air, the fire in her heart instantly blazing out of control.
The Green Jade Sword in her hand swept rapidly through the air, each stroke unleashing fierce Sword Qi that poured down like a raging storm.
Every strand of Sword Qi struck an enemy with unerring accuracy. Amid screams of agony, they fell one after another.
Yet despite Miss Shui's ferocity, the enemies facing her kept surging forward like an endless tide.
They crowded together in a dense mass, outnumbering Miss Shui's group several times over and forming an impenetrable human wall that blocked their advance.
"Aah... kill them!"
Miss Shui's fury was enough to make her hair stand on end, and her roar rang across the battlefield.
Their time together had made her and those three women close friends who shared everything. How could she not burn with anxiety at the sight of them in mortal danger?
Besides, if they perished here, how could she return and face Ying Ming Hao and the others?
The thought only made Miss Shui more frantic.
In mere moments, blood drenched Miss Shui from head to toe, and several deep wounds appeared on her body.
Though she had never excelled at combat, she now displayed extraordinary courage, fighting without a trace of fear of death.
Shui Zhiqiu, Shui Ying'er, and the others also gave their all. Their weapons swung relentlessly as they traded wounds for enemy lives in a desperate struggle, trying to break through the enemy lines as quickly as possible and rescue the three women.
Yet against such overwhelming numbers and such solid defenses, their efforts seemed no more than