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Thanks to their defense and counterattack tactics, more and more of the small black people were being spear-killed. As their numbers dwindled, the pressure on them lessened, and victory seemed only a matter of time.
Indeed, that was the case. When there were only about twenty of the small black people left, they huddled together, holding thick wooden boards, and started to push back. The small black people, sparse and few, threw a few spears before they began to retreat.
A few evolvers using pots as small shields charged rapidly to the left and right, seemingly aiming to encircle the enemy, but just then, from the direction the small black people were fleeing, another twenty or so burst forth. Most critical among them were two small black people sitting on the shoulders of their own kind. Lin Xiao immediately knew that the few who had rushed forward were in danger.
