Seeing that more than half of the people he had brought were dead or injured, Nangong Shou's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. The longsword in his hand slashed fiercely at a battle lizard that had rushed into the team. He could not let his team be completely wiped out. These twenty-odd young men and women were the elites of the younger generation of the family, and five of them were direct descendants. If all of them died here, he would not be able to go back.