Despite their resentment, the lone cultivators know they have little choice but to accept the aid. The combined strength of the newly arrived fighters begins to turn the tide. The beasts, sensing the shift in momentum, grow more ferocious in their desperation.
"Form up! Protect the wounded!" shouts a commanding voice from among the clan members.
A group of elite fighters moves forward, their synchronized attacks creating a wall of deadly force that pushes the beasts back. Swords gleam and spells crackle through the air, cutting down waves of attackers.
Lady Meilin, watching from the rear, smirks as she sees the beasts falter. "Looks like our plan is working. Let them exhaust themselves."
Lord Tian glances at her, his expression unreadable. "Don't get too complacent. We still have a long way to go."
At the front lines, a seasoned teacher barks orders to his students. "Focus your attacks! Drive them back towards the cliff!"
