Ye Rong shouted, ordering the members of the Qing Emperor Alliance behind him to reveal their identities above their heads and charge forward.
"Why are there only a few of you left? Where are the other Qingcheng disciples in the formation?"
Chasing relentlessly behind them were about a hundred disciples from Bamboo Mountain Sect. They saw Qingcheng players coming to their aid but refused to back down initially. The numbers on both sides were similar, and they did not believe they would lose.
However, when two dazzling sword lights came tearing through them, shattering the front line and taking the lives of more than ten comrades, they realized something was wrong.
The Qingcheng players in front of them were too terrifying. It seemed like they had provoked an opponent they couldn't handle.
"Boss, our formation is broken!"
