The fierce wind howled, sweeping across, engulfing everything in the world into endless darkness.
Shi Feiyang's expression was grave as he quickly gathered the elite disciples from each hall to form a formidable force.
Their strides were swift, with their clothes swishing loudly, resembling a black torrent rushing rapidly towards the branch helm's direction.
Upon arrival at the scene, Wu Zhong had already led the brothers of the Vanguard Hall in a flanking surprise attack, like tigers descending the mountain.
In an instant, the cries of battle shattered the night sky, echoing throughout the valley. The troops of the Vajra Stronghold and the Divine Water Palace were caught off guard by this sudden attack, thrown into chaos, fleeing in panic like ants on a hot pan.
Xiang Kun and the Heroic Sakura Association branch disciples, who had been surrounded and wounded, were overwhelmed with joy and tears of excitement filled their eyes.
