Mount Hua.
Thousands fought a chaotic battle atop Mount Hua, their cultivation ranging from the Houtian Realm to the Heavenly Realm. Blades clashed, shouts shook the heavens, and the light of all manner of inner qi flashed across the mountain, their killing intent startling the nine heavens!
In less than an hour, fewer than a third of the thousand-plus Dongying people remained.
Jue Wushen, Dairi Zongguo, and the others were still desperately holding on.
But their decline was already apparent.
At this rate, their deaths were only a matter of time.
Moreover, quite a few unoccupied experts on Ming's side were watching them like hungry tigers. They would not even have a chance to escape.
By now, all the Dongying people had fallen into despair, bitterly regretting their decision to come to Ming.
But there was no medicine for regret in this world.
Rumble...
Suddenly, powerful auras swept toward them from afar.
Dozens of black-clad figures ascended Mount Hua. Even the weakest among them was a Grandmaster, and most were Great Grandmasters.
The moment they entered the fray, they forcibly tore an opening through the tightly packed battlefield, inflicting heavy casualties on Ming's experts.
Everyone froze for a moment.
"They're Dongying people too!"
Lei Qianhu and the others' eyes nearly split with fury. They immediately changed direction and moved to intercept these black-clad experts.
The eyes of the Dongying people who had already despaired, however, lit up.
Someone recognized the insignia on the black-clad figures and cried out in delight:
"They're from the Xuanhua!"
"To think the Xuanhua had so many experts!"
"We're saved! Let's break out together!"
The Dongying people shouted, their morale soaring as they fought desperately to break out.
"Damn it! When did these people sneak into Ming territory?!"
Ma Jinliang and the others looked grim.
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