"We can't hold this checkpoint anymore! If we keep this up, we'll all die here!" the department head continued to roar.
Li Xiaosang sobbed but said nothing, simply clutching her longsword and continuing the slaughter. She numbly lopped off the heads of Cultists one after another, but in a moment of carelessness, she was struck from the side by a slightly stronger Cultist. Her chest caved in, and blood poured from the corner of her mouth as if it were free.
"Xiaosang!" Chen Qishou cried out in alarm. He furiously struck out, sending the Cultist flying, then rushed forward with Zhang Tiandong to help her up.
"I'm fine..." Li Xiaosang's voice was weak. "It didn't hit my organs. The injury isn't too severe..."
Chen Qishou and Zhang Tiandong both let out a sigh of relief, but their hearts immediately tensed up again. Looking at the dense swarm of Cultists and hearing the ceaseless roars of "For our Lord!", they began to feel a sense of despair.
