"Every one of you, stay sharp! There mustn't be a single mistake!
They're definitely hiding nearby. Keep your guard up, everyone. We absolutely cannot give them an opening!"
A disciple lowered his voice and urgently warned the others behind him. His eyes were full of vigilance, fixed on the jagged heap of rocks dozens of meters high a short distance ahead.
Dozens of fellow disciples followed him, every face unusually grave and tense.
They inched forward carefully, afraid the slightest sound would draw the enemy's attention.
"Those bastards are downright sinister and cunning!
They actually hid in this rock pile, hoping to drag things out and wear us down.
Quite a few senior brothers and senior sisters have already been badly injured. Even their Storage Rings weren't spared-the enemy looted every last one."
A burly man complained through gritted teeth. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, plainly betraying the fear and unease within him.
"Senior Brother, you have to keep me safe!
That Junior Brother Ying is an absolute demon. His methods are unbelievably cruel!
I just saw several senior sisters beaten into a dreadful state, their teeth scattered all over the ground... Just thinking about it makes my heart quake!
What am I supposed to do if he ruins this flower-pretty face of mine?
You're so strong, Senior Brother. You'll keep me safe, won't you?"
A soft, seductive voice suddenly rang out. The speaker was an attractive young woman.
Her face was filled with terror, and her body trembled slightly, as though she might collapse at any moment.
"Don't worry, Junior Sister. With your senior brother here, Junior Brother Ying will flee at the mere sight of me. I absolutely won't let him hurt you!"
The burly man thumped his chest and vowed solemnly, as though boundless