Not far from the gathered crowd, Ye Moran wore a grave expression as his Divine Sense continuously pierced through the thick wind and snow.
Ye Moran watched the frail Xiao Dao take out materials and crouch halfway down, rapidly repairing the formation amid the enemy's spell attacks. Though anxious inside, he revealed nothing on his face.
Murong Mei, slender and dressed head to toe in blazing red, merely tapped the ground with her long legs and was already the first to arrive at the position Ye Moran had assigned.
Her fiery-red attire was dazzling amid the icy world of snow and frost, yet it also brought an inexhaustible vitality.
Murong Mei had a delicate, straight nose and eyes like autumn waters. As her long, snow-white jade hands formed seals, two longswords transformed into two enormous azure flood dragons and shot directly beyond the gap ahead.
There, a shield smashed through the swirling snow and rapidly advanced. Clearly, the enemy intended to break in through this gap.
Boom! Boom!
The two azure flood dragons flashed, becoming like two towering green pillars as they instantly slammed into the shield charging in under cover.
The two ensuing explosions rang out. The person behind the shield could not withstand such a heavy blow, and was sent sliding backward along with the shield.
As Murong Mei drove the swords in their spirit-transformed forms, five figures had already arrived behind her, instantly filling the vacant positions at her side.
Without hesitation, they launched wave after wave of fierce attacks at the shield that had been knocked backward.
The shield cracked at a visible rate under the barrage, but another shield swiftly flashed out from the enemy's side.
They had to hold out until Xiao Dao finished repairing the formation and firmly defend this breach...
Ye Moran