When the deafening flood crashed into Chen Zixiu's Sword Peak, it did not retreat. Instead, like an enraged beast, it whipped up towering waves and surged into the village.
As the force battering Sword Peak weakened, the Wolf Bandits outside the village needed no guesswork to understand the peril facing their comrades within.
Dashi Rahman Khan and Muhammad Vasquez had already reached a spot near the foot of Sword Peak. They had sent leader-class Wolf Bandits to spearhead the attack.
Meanwhile, Astana had not been idle either.
He crossed the battlefield with astonishing speed and strength to reinforce his subordinates. His arrival sent the Wolf Bandits' morale soaring, while the Soul Masters at the north gate felt even greater pressure.
Inside the village, the Soul Masters who had previously withdrawn to tall buildings and small hills reentered the battlefield, once again engaging the remaining Wolf Bandits in fierce combat.
The Soul Masters worked closely together, maneuvering against the Wolf Bandits with tacitly coordinated tactics.
The Wolf Bandits were no weaklings either. Drawing on their extensive experience and fighting skills, they launched one ferocious attack after another.
For a time, fierce fighting once again engulfed the entire battlefield.
The Soul Masters were not intimidated. They supported one another and resisted courageously.
Some of the older Soul Masters made full use of their experience, guiding the younger ones through the battle with superb skill and strategy.
In this heart-stopping battle, both the Wolf Bandits fighting for survival and the Soul Masters fighting for revenge displayed astonishing perseverance and courage.
Every attack brimmed with danger and excitement, while every defense revealed resilience and wisdom.
"No, I'm going up there! I want to join the fight!" Chen Jianjun told Ling Xinghe solemnly.
Ling Xinghe shook his head. "After Xiaojun's two schemes, more than