Watching as young Swordsmen one by one fell into pools of blood before her, Mu Hanyan's heart couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.
Only those who had experienced death knew its horrors. Although Mu Hanyan was cold and emotionless towards enemies, these young people were not her enemies; they were just a group of peers who had been innocently sent to their deaths by a lie. How could she possibly remain indifferent?
"Get out, get out quickly, or we'll all die here," Mu Hanyan couldn't help but shout loudly.
Hearing her words, many showed hesitation. Even though the hope of escaping the predicament seemed just ahead, one had to be alive to have hope. Rather than sending one after another to their deaths, it might be better to stay put and wait for Zhengying Academy to send help.
"Mu Hanyan, if you're afraid to die that's your own business, but do you really want us all to stay here and die with you!" Qu Fengting furrowed his brows and roared angrily.
