If I'm not mistaken, these black-clad swordsmen should be the claws and teeth of the Guiyu Clan scattered around the valley and various places in Anyun, rushing back to Soul-breaking Valley upon receiving news of the enemy attack.
Han Yan secretly felt relieved, and it was fortunate to have Ye Lanfeng with them. Otherwise, if they had to force their way through the valley entrance, it would undoubtedly take more effort. Rescuing people is like extinguishing a fire; the more they delay, the more danger Uncle Yun is in.
From deep within the courtyard, a few clangs of metal sounded, then silence returned once more.
Han Yan's eyebrows raised. These sounds of sword clashes clearly lacked Qi. Uncle Yun was either at the end of his strength, utterly exhausted, or had suffered an internal injury, leaving him with little strength to fight on.
Ye Lanfeng also discerned this and hastened forward with Han Yan and the others in tow.
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