Lin Bai descended from the Lonely Mountain, just in time to see Wu Ming trapped in a predicament, and immediately rushed with his sword to kill.
He slew the Demon Clan in front of Wu Ming.
Wu Ming looked up, gloomily saying, "You're here."
Lin Bai asked, "How is the situation?"
Wu Ming's face darkened further as he shook his head and said, "Not good, there are too many of these Demon Clan, and Yuehua City has fewer than five thousand defending warriors, most of whom are below the Fifth Level of the Life-and-Death Realm, completely unable to resist!"
"Less than two hours have passed, yet half of Yuehua City's five thousand warriors are already dead or injured."
"If nothing changes, in less than two more hours, Yuehua City will surely fall!"
Wu Ming said unwillingly.
"No matter what, even if we fight to the last warrior of Yuehua City, we must hold Yuehua City; if it falls, we will have no place to retreat to." Lin Bai said firmly.
"Fight to the death!"
Lin Bai said coldly.
