"Evil beast! Die now!"
"Get lost!"
Without an ounce of superfluous chatter, they began fighting at once.
Sword Light transformed, creating an intimidating presence.
Demon Qi filled the sky, like a storm of Wind Blades sweeping across all directions.
Yang WenChang was already critically injured, and in this sudden battle, he quickly fell into disadvantage.
With his Qi Power depleted, even wielding his Magic Flying Sword proved laborious.
After hundreds of exchanges,
the Demon Wolf had several deep bone-exposing sword wounds on it.
Whereas Yang WenChang, his robe tattered, had an extremely pale complexion.
But he couldn't retreat!
Beneath him lay the future of the Wanxiang Sect, and behind him was the hope for the Sect's rise.
To retreat now would doom hopes and future, and render the supreme self-sacrifice of the Wanxiang Sect and the deaths of all disciples in this battle meaningless.
…
Amidst the ethereal clouds, three figures whispered among themselves.
