Half an hour later, Xuan Chengzi finally carved a bloody path through the crowd and successfully led the others out of the encirclement!
The sight drew wave after wave of cheers from the spectators.
Everyone's gaze then fell on Ming Hao, who fearlessly took his place at the front of the group once more.
Yet before he could even catch his breath or rest for a moment, Luo Junhang and the others led another crowd charging toward them with murderous momentum!
By now, both sides were seeing red. Neither could possibly flee before so many disciples and spectators.
After all, if Ming Hao and the others ran, everyone would understand. They had already done their utmost.
But if Zhao Wei, Luo Junhang, and the others fled, they would never be able to hold their heads high in the sect again.
So many of them had surrounded eleven Inner Disciples, yet they still wanted to flee? That would be even more disgraceful than finding a block of tofu to bash their heads against and die!
Ming Hao stared at the densely packed ranks opposite him, which scarcely seemed to have thinned at all, and a fierce fighting spirit surged within him.
More than three hours had passed. Many of those they had knocked down earlier were now chewing pills, and after a brief recovery, they rejoined the encirclement.
Faced with such a dire situation, Ming Hao and the others showed no intention of backing down.
With low growls, they launched another charge together in perfect unspoken coordination.
Their armor crackled under the violent impacts, and their powerful momentum placed immense pressure on their opponents.
Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, Ming Hao moved as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he led the others in clearing