Mo Lian set up a defensive boundary around everyone with a wave of his hand.
"We'll fight our way out!" Duan Yue yelled.
They had to charge their way out while they fought brutally to create a route. Otherwise, it would be difficult to break out once they got encircled again.
Right now, the firearms' explosions had sent the zombie pack into chaos. When should they leave if not now?
The team of a hundred great mystic cultivators joined hands to blast their mystic energy toward the same point. They pressed on strenuously like an advancing mincing machine.
"Everyone get down!!" The mystic cultivators and body cultivators on the round base roared at the people who were hugging the sculpture like tangled hemp, "We'll leave together with them!"
The mass of tangled hemp started arguing. One portion was adamant in leaving together with everyone else, while the other portion believed that going down now was tantamount to seeking death.
