Misty Peak was merely where Misty Sect disciples had once practiced martial arts; there were no buildings or such things there. The Misty Sect members had withdrawn in great haste, leaving even chairs behind. Ou Peng looked around, casually sat down on a boulder, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.
Before long, several more disciples came up from the mountain, repeatedly reporting the battle results—but all brought news of the Misty Sect disciples being driven back step by step.
Ou Peng could sit still no longer. He rose and walked to the front of the mountain, leaning out to look below. Misty Peak was not especially high. Though he could not see clearly from one glance, he could still make out the outcome of the fighting.
The masked Righteous Path Alliance members had already pushed their line to behind the Council Hall. The Misty Sect disciples resisted with their lives, and with every step they gave up, disciples of either the Righteous Path Alliance or the Misty Sect fell. Corpses lay crisscrossed across the square before the Council Hall. Ou Peng sighed and called back, "Where is Aunt Qin?"
"Great Gang Leader, this subordinate is here."
Ou Peng said, "Take half the Mingcui Hall female disciples down the mountain to support Chengyue and the others. Tell them to form up before Misty Peak and make flexible use of the terrain to hold off the enemy. Also, assess the situation. If it truly cannot be done, withdraw back up the mountain."
"Yes, Great Gang Leader."
After hearing this, Aunt Qin led Changge and the other disciples as they sped down the mountain.
The elite disciples holding off the enemy below the mountain immediately found their spirits lifted when they saw the Mingcui Hall female disciples coming down to reinforce