Blood stained the Pavilion Master's pale complexion.
Yet she refused to surrender; her narrow eyes still carried that familiar contempt.
"This can't continue," Walton Greer declared icily.
Three days of combat had drained them nearly dry.
Continuing this way, victory would remain uncertain for either side.
"We should pull back," Elder Adrianne spoke through gritted teeth.
His wounds ran too deep; the Pavilion Master had hurled him backward countless times, leaving half his frame ready to crumble.
The others shared meaningful looks, apparently supporting his suggestion.
"Medicine God Pavilion's Lord, your fame speaks truth," Skyler Howe stated coldly.
"But nothing will shake our resolve to strike the Great Saint Sect! Strong as you are, we'll definitely bring you back with us!"
Elder Adrianne moved forward and spoke harshly, "Three days from now, we return. Wait for us!"
After speaking, they glanced at each other, spun around, and departed.
