"Kill!"
On the island, within the dense forest.
Chen Hu wielded his long blade, instantly slashing out three arcs of Sword Qi, slicing a monkey-like Desolate Beast into two.
Beside him, hundreds of Martial Artists formed a defensive line, keeping the Desolate Beasts at bay.
Behind them, squads of archers continuously shot arrows, taking down one beast after another.
Luckily, this place was a mountain pass, flanked by cliffs on one side and sheer rock faces on the other. They had built a stronghold here to withstand the assaults of the Desolate Beasts.
"Master Hu! There are too many Desolate Beasts! Should we retreat?"
"Retreat? Where to?"
Chen Hu replied coldly, "We occupy this place and rely on the terrain to fend off the beasts. If we abandon even this place, we will truly become homeless strays!"
"There must be Cultivators from the Nether Spirit Race among these beasts. Kill them... and the beasts will retreat!"
