On the battlefield, countless cultivators fought fiercely.
The sounds of clashing weapons echoed nonstop, and the land was torn apart again and again.
One by one, cultivators fell in the brutal fight, their blood soaking the ground.
The four factions' numbers were shrinking fast.
Jiang Chen's squad of death warriors fought without fear, showing incredible determination.
The You Clan, though surrounded, still managed to keep their spirits and fight effectively.
But among the cultivators of the Gan and Cai Clans, fear was spreading like poison.
When will this battle end? Everyone I know has been killed! one cultivator thought in despair.
Why hasn't our ancestor defeated You Haiyin yet? How much longer can we endure this? If this keeps up, we'll all be wiped out! another wondered.
I can't take it anymore. Staying here is just asking to die! someone else cried inwardly.
