Zhao Ling's red silk ribbon flew towards the corpse puppets and curled around their necks. One by one, the corpse puppets were sent flying towards the wall. The bodies of corpse puppets slam against the wall, spattering guts, and blood.
Soon, the wall made of stone blocks crumbled down and buried some corpse puppets under it.
Yan Xing tightened the grip on the hilt of his sword and flawlessly executed a sword move infused with his internal energy. The sword vibrated as he swung it towards the corpse puppets, and it instantly severed the heads of five corpse puppets that were surrounding him in one move.
"The Swift Sword technique of the Black Sword Sect", Jun Yuan commented as he bent backward to parry the claws of the corpse puppets.
Yan Xing thrust his sword towards the corpse puppets and chuckled. He didn't say anything because the Swift Sword technique is one of the finest sword technique in the pugilist world and many martial artists can recognize it.
Blood splattered everywhere as they fight with the overwhelming number of corpse puppets which doesn't seem to decrease in numbers, after all, including Yan Xing's ten shadow guards they were only eighteen in number. And two of them are protecting a group of children.
"Brother Shen, how did you guys end up provoking these corpse puppets", Mu Chen gritted his teeth and said while fighting the corpse puppets.
Shen Wu had almost exhausted his energy and was hanging on with his last remaining willpower. "I will tell that later, first let's try to escape from these corpse puppets"
Everyone was trying to fight their way toward Elder Mu, Shen Wu, and the group of children who were in the middle but because of the overwhelming number of the corpse puppets, they were still yet to reach them.
Yan Xing narrowed his eyes and the sword in his hand streaked across the air, cutting a curved arc.
"Guards", Yan Xing shouted.
The force of the sword forcefully parted the corpse puppets making a way and the shadow guards immediately moved in and started to fight their way towards the center.
Zhao Ling, Jingsheng, Jun Yuan, and others too came near Yan Xing.
"Senior Brother, your internal energy", Jingsheng said.
"Don't worry, I won't overuse it", replied Yan Xing as he pierced the heart of the corpse puppet.
"Let's first make use of our internal energy one by one in one direction and pave a way", ZhaoLing said.
Everyone agreed as they all have the same intention. Zhao Ling move forward avoiding the corpse puppets and her silk ribbon fluttered in the air as she slashed it towards the group of corpse puppets ahead.
Shua!
The ribbon landed on the ground and the corpse puppets were forced apart because of the energy inside the ribbon.
"Now", Zhao Ling said.
The rest immediately rushed forward, and Jun Yuan executed his footwork and leaped up. Landing on the head of the corpse puppet, he executed an immaculate and flawless move with his scimitar. A purple light flashed and attacked the corpse puppets ahead.
The corpse puppet raised its claws towards Jun Yuan's foot and was about to dig its nails into his flesh when a dagger flew out from somewhere and cut off the corpse puppet's hand.
Jun Yuan slashed his scimitar downward and severed the puppet's head. Landing on the ground, he looked towards Jingsheng and said with his lips curled upwards, "This brother from the Black Sword Sect, thank you".
"It's not a good idea to use lightness skill and flew up", Shen Wu said.
"Seems to be the case", Jun Yuan nodded his head.
They take turns to use internal energy and slowly forced their way towards the center.
Soon, they reach the center and the shadow guards surround the group in the middle, forming a formation. Elder Mu and Shen Wu collapse on the ground, panting.
Zhao Ling quickly took out a pill and fed them. The children protected by Elder Mu and Shen Wu were almost scared to death, and some were even crying.
"Guards, Sword formation", Yan Xing shouted.
The ten shadow guards quickly raised their swords and formed a circular formation. Yan Xing twirled his sword once and thrust his sword downwards. The tip of the sword sank into the ground and Yan Xing placed his palm on the top of the hilt. His internal energy surged out, and the sword under his hand vibrated. The swords of the ten shadow guards vibrated and as if charged by lightning, the swords started to fly in circles. The nearby corpse puppets were reduced to a pile of mush. The powerful sword formation has Yan Xing's sword as the eye of the formation, and his internal energy fueled the formation.
"Senior brother, let me help", Jingsheng said in a rather anxious tone.
"Don't... reserve your internal energy for later", Yan Xing replied in a strict tone without any room for negotiation.
Jingsheng opened his mouth to say something but hesitated before eventually giving up. His eyes were filled with worry as he looked at Yan Xing.
"We have to fight our way out soon", Zhao Ling said as he helped Elder Mu and Shen Wu recover their energy. Yan Xing was buying them time with his sword formation.
He Qing and Mu Chen helped bandaged the wounds on Elder Mu and Shen Wu. Both of them were injured and had wounds on their bodies.
Jingsheng and Jun Yuan kept a lookout even though they were inside the sword formation.
The sword formation couldn't be kept running for long, as it was fueled by Yan Xing's internal energy. Martial artists' internal energy was not inexhaustible, and Yan Xing's internal energy will run out eventually. Beads of sweat formed on Yan Xing's forehead under the mask.
If they want to leave, they had to first help Elder Mu and Shen Wu recover their energies, or else it will be difficult to force their way out of the corpse puppet's encirclement.
"Senior Sister, something is wrong", Mu Chen said as he took Shen Wu's pulse.