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"This pavilion won't hold much longer."
She spoke, her voice slightly hoarse from overdrawing her mental power, yet exceptionally clear. "There's no time left out front, either."
Everyone's eyes instantly settled on her.
"The Central Courtyard battlefield." She raised her hand, her slender fingertip pointing southwest, where dazzling flames of soul skills kept erupting. "It's about to collapse."
"All of you, go reinforce the Central Courtyard."
Su Ningxia wiped the blood and sweat mixed with dust from her forehead and hurried a step forward. "Miss! If we all leave, only you, the Young Master, and Miss Xixi will be left here. That's too..."
Looking into Xiao Yi's calm, unruffled eyes, she choked back the rest.
"Don't worry," Xiao Yi interrupted her. "We can hold out here."
Her gaze swept over their faces, exhausted and bloodstained, yet still resolute. "You're badly hurt, and you're tired. But right now... you're still fresh reinforcements."
There was no need for further explanation.
Everyone knew full well what a collapse on the Central Courtyard battlefield would mean.
It would mean the entire core of the Chen Residence being torn open. It would mean Xia Yun, Wang Wei, and the others desperately holding on being utterly engulfed. It would mean... this defensive battle ending before its time.
As the highest-ranking person present, Chen Mu tightened his grip on the Seven Kill Sword's hilt.
He quickly glanced around at his teammates, all wounded to varying degrees, exhausted to the limit, their wounds burning with pain.
After a brief silence, he nodded firmly without another unnecessary word. "All right. Leave it to us."
"You... must hold out!"
There were no lofty declarations, only those few simple words.
Xiao Yi raised her right hand.
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