Time raced past like a white horse flashing through a crack, and in the blink of an eye, the two sides had been fighting fiercely for over half an hour.
Shui Zhiqiu and the others had already been fighting for a long time. Their stamina and energy were steadily draining, and their combat strength began to decline.
Although Long Ji, Jiao Qing, and the others fought valiantly with extraordinary ferocity, the enemy's endless human-wave attacks inevitably caught them off guard at times.
Not only that, their injuries were rapidly worsening, and the casualties among their ranks were shooting up like a rocket.
Just then, Cheng Xiaomei, who had been watching from afar, suddenly let out a peal of silvery laughter:
"Heeheehee, they can barely hold on! It's our turn to go harvest some heads!"
A hint of mockery colored her voice, as though this life-and-death struggle were nothing more than an entertaining gladiatorial game to her.
Cheng Xiaomei gripped a snow-white spear more than three meters thirty long, then casually rested it across her shoulders.
That motion nearly spelled disaster for several disciples behind her. The spearhead almost pierced their bodies, giving them a chill straight through the heart.
Yet they only dared seethe in silence. They quietly put another few meters between themselves and Cheng Xiaomei, afraid of becoming the next wronged soul beneath her spear.
The petite Cheng Xiaomei looked rather strange carrying such an enormous spear, but she paid it no mind and charged straight toward Miss Shui.
More than a dozen Heavenly Prodigy disciples from the Clearwind Sect followed close behind her, keeping pace like a gale.
"Hey, remember to leave a few beauties for me!"
Li Meng suddenly shouted.
After a moment's thought, he pulled an ink-black staff from inside his robes and gripped