By now, Yun No. 20 and his companions were utterly exhausted. Sixty of them had been fighting nearly two thousand men. Even if they had eight arms and eight legs, and possessed profound martial arts, they couldn't escape this well-trained army.
They could only kill, and keep on killing!
The moment they stopped, they would fall.
They had to persevere, to hold on until their master arrived. They believed their master would come.
Yun No. 20 and Wuqing initially planned to break out of the encirclement. However, seeing the field littered with corpses and the ambushers lying in wait outside, they reluctantly abandoned the idea.
Could they possibly hold out against so many until their master came to rescue them?
They feared this day would be their last.
WHOOSH! A sharp arrow pierced the air and, with a sickening thud, struck Wuyou's shoulder.
