However, this counterattack was like a small boat under a broken dam. It was insignificant.
In an instant, they were all injured.
The Nascent Soul Sword Holder was heavily injured by the joint attacks of the three Nascent Soul nonhumans.
There was no sign of bitterness on his face. Instead, a glint of madness flickered in his eyes. He swiftly retreated and regrouped with the other Sword Holders. As he observed the severe injuries suffered by his comrades and witnessed the grief and indignation reflected on their faces, a resolute expression crossed his own. He retrieved a voice transmission jade slip from his storage bag.
"All the human sects in the Morning Glow Province, this is the Sword Holding Court on Mount Morning Glow. This is the last time I'm telling you… that you can't come out to save us!"
