"It's the Little Sword Immortal, the Little Sword Immortal is here, we're saved!"
"The National Preceptor, and two other National Preceptors are here too!"
"That's great..."
At this moment, on the still battling high walls, waves of cheers echoed, the morale on the human side surged, and their attacks suddenly became more potent.
Fang Yuan turned his head and looked over.
He saw three streaks of light approaching from afar, flying towards them. Standing at the forefront was a little girl with a lotus blooming on her forehead, it was the Little Sword Immortal.
At this moment, the Little Sword Immortal flew in on her sword, her gaze as cold as frost, coldly watching Fang Yuan, her whole body exuding a chilling aura.
Behind her was the Blind Daoist, as well as the meat-loving monk.
