"It's merely a hundred miles, just a moment away. Friend, hold on a bit longer."
"You!"
True Master Gao Ling shouted angrily but didn't insist further.
He slashed out several sword lights in succession, massacring a large number of Demon Beasts behind him, thereby buying enough time for the sect disciples.
Drip!
Huge raindrops fell down.
The billowing dust seemed to be quenched quite a bit.
From afar, they saw several disheveled figures, supporting each other as they arrived under Lingtian Pass.
But at this moment, the city gate wasn't open!
A woman with a messy bun, yet still radiating charm, flew over wielding a longsword.
She angrily gazed at Qin Baixiang, who stood unmoved on the city wall, "Friend, are you still not opening the gate?"
Qin Baixiang swept his gaze over the several dozen cultivators below the city. Once renowned for its rich underground resources, Fire Ridge had a mighty force of 100,000 sect disciples, and now only this few remained?
