Thump... Thump... Thump...
Ice Wuying and another, their attacks coming in succession.
Xiao Yi defended with his sword, each time being forced back.
The hand gripping his sword had already split at the base of the thumb.
The fresh blood spouting from his mouth had gradually turned into a mist.
His internal organs sustained increasing damage.
Ice Wuying and Bing Xuantian, both leaders of their fortress, late-stage Earth Extreme Realm powerhouses.
The attacks they launched together were no trifling matter.
But Xiao Yi kept resisting; although pushed back continuously, he stood steadfastly in front of the people from the Sword Sect.
Behind him, not far away, Lin Jin and the others clenched their teeth, their eyes nearly bursting with ferocity.
This was the ultimate anger, the ultimate suppression.
"Brother Xiao Yi, we'll help you,"
Lin Jin and Tie Niu acted immediately.
"Fall back," a fierce shout came from ahead.
