Wang Teng and Gu Xinghai, charging at the very front, were like guttering candles in the wind. They soon struggled to hold on, their Spiritual Power utterly depleted, as though their life force had been drained dry. They could no longer sustain their Holy Bodies.
"Switch!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Jun Mo and Luo Shuihan surged forward like two towering mountains. Driving their Holy Bodies to the limit, they hacked through thorns and brambles ahead, opening a path with unstoppable resolve.
Wang Teng and Gu Xinghai seized the chance to fall back into the middle and recover. Zhao Bufan, Cai Dagui, and the others frantically slaughtered enemies on both flanks while also fending off the vicious, wolf-like sneak attacks of Zhao Xu, Ning Huai, and the others.
"Hurry! Faster! They're about to surround us!"
In the distance, Wang Lin roared himself hoarse. There were only a hundred-odd of them, fewer than two hundred. Holding off the encirclement of that dense, seemingly endless enemy horde was harder than ascending to heaven.
Moreover, the Scavengers pursuing him from behind happened to surge forward like a tide as well.
Had they not been charging back and forth without pause, the enemy would probably have wrapped them up like dumplings already.
Even now, the situation looked grim. Their room to maneuver kept shrinking, as though they had been shut inside a cramped cage.
Many Heavenly Prodigies were also gravely wounded. Clearly, they had reached a critical moment of life or death.
"What do we do? There are still fifteen hundred meters to go! We're running out of time!"
Luo Shuihan shouted, her heart burning with anxiety, like an ant on a hot pan.
Those fifteen hundred meters were packed with enemies, as dense as a swarm of locusts. Cutting their way through would