They simply could not hold out any longer...
Daoist Chu and Lü Ji had led thirty-four captured Supernatural Ability Users in holding off a wave of ferocious attacks in the Gutan Sect's rear hall, lasting roughly an incense stick's worth of time. Now their bodies were exhausted and their souls enfeebled.
On top of that, another wave of reinforcements for the Defending Side had arrived. Thirty experts joined Mao Shan, Lady Yuhua, and the others, forming an utterly unstoppable force that fought its way here from the rear hall. Had Daoist Chu and Lü Ji not kept bringing up the rear, fighting as they retreated, and repeatedly exhausted their trump cards to save several of their fellow Supernatural Ability Users, at least half of those thirty-four would probably have been dead or wounded by now.
Inside the Heavenly Prison, Daoist Chu had fled to the foot of the dome. His chest and back were gravely wounded, and dark brown blood flowed from the wound in his chest, clearly indicating severe poisoning. His face was deathly pale, his expression more solemn than ever before, as he roared through gritted teeth, "Little Bad King... they're breaking in!"
Boom!
Ten paces away, Lü Ji released a faint aura that instantly enveloped the exhausted Supernatural Ability Users. "Fall back! Stay together! Don't scatter!" he shouted.
Atop the dome, Ren Ye held the Human Emperor Sword in both hands. The black light pouring from the Wangwu Sword Scabbard battered his arms until their flesh split and blood streamed down. Seeing the scene below distracted him briefly, and he sensed a divine rainbow striking at him from his left.
"Little Brat! So what if you bear purple fortune? Your life ends here!"
Mao Shan's face twisted with malice and hatred. Roaring like a madman, he wielded