Outside the southeast gate,
Thousands of Wolf Bandits surged through the southeast gate like a flood of savage beasts, charging into the village along Southeast Avenue.
Their figures appeared and vanished in the night, their dark shadows twisting beneath the moonlight like evil spirits pouring out of hell.
Some of these Wolf Bandits carried sharp blades, while others held torches that illuminated their fiendish faces.
Desire and murderous intent gleamed in their eyes, as though endless greed and brutality drove them onward.
Meanwhile, Ximen Shaoping and her companions had been hemmed in on a small knoll in a corner of Southeast Avenue, where they fought desperately against more than a thousand Wolf Bandits.
Agile and highly skilled with her blade, she darted freely through the crowd, locked in a battle of life and death with the Wolf Bandits.
Her blade flashed beneath the moonlight, every swing brimming with resolve and ferocity.
She wove through the Wolf Bandits, sometimes cutting them down, sometimes blocking their blows. Every move displayed astonishing strength and combat skill.
Despite their valiant resistance, there were simply too many Wolf Bandits, their numbers seemingly endless.
Wave after wave of attacks left them scarcely able to breathe. Everyone was exhausted and covered in wounds.
At the sight of this, despair welled up in Ximen Shaoping's heart.
Trapped in this vicious siege, they seemed unable to escape death's claws.
Yet she knew they could not give up. Even with almost no chance of turning the tide, they had to hold out to the end.
Ximen Shaoping swung the blade in her hand, hacking at the Wolf Bandits again and again.
Every attack brought another trace of exhaustion and weakness, but each time, she endured the pain and fatigue and kept fighting.
A resolute light shone in her eyes, as