"Kill them! Everyone, charge with me!"
Shui Yanbin shouted excitedly, a smile of wild delight spreading across his face.
He had realized that scarcely any enemies remained in their way, and they could barely impede their advance anymore.
Meanwhile, Guo Mumo, Mo Ran, and the others also displayed extraordinary strength, their weapons flashing like lightning, so fast they dazzled the eye.
Every attack carried the force of thunder crashing down, and their enemies fell one after another beneath their ferocious assault.
Yet just as they were about to break through the enemy lines, a man's voice suddenly rang out nearby:
"Senior Brother Zhang, what are we supposed to do?
They're about to join up!"
The man's voice sounded somewhat subdued and anxious.
Zhang Zi frowned slightly. He glanced at Shui Yanbin and the others drawing steadily closer in the distance and pondered to himself.
Indeed, once they regrouped, the situation would turn against his side.
It would also further expose their incompetence. Still, Zhang Zi showed little panic.
He snorted coldly and said disdainfully:
"Hmph, what else can we do? Serve them cold!
What does it matter if they regroup?
They're nothing but a motley mob."
Despite his words, Zhang Zi knew perfectly well that he could not let Shui Yanbin and the others join up unimpeded.
So he decisively gave the order:
"Brothers, charge with me! Even if we can't stop them from joining up, we must at least teach them a lesson!"
Before his words had faded, Zhang Zi charged ahead at the forefront, the sword in his hand gleaming coldly as he aimed straight for his enemies' vitals.
Seeing this, the others answered his call, howling wildly as they followed Zhang Zi into the attack.
As he charged, Zhang Zi secretly lamented his predicament.
Earlier, he