Seeing this, Fan Jinhua charged forward to meet the vanguard, cutting them down...
With him were several young Postnatal Martial Artists, clearly individuals similar to Tan An and Yu Xiaoping—the sons and nephews of last night's assassins. They too were fighting for their lives.
Fan Jinhua roared again and again, "We can't let a single pursuer onto the mountain path! If it gets destroyed, we're all finished!"
The mountain path was treacherous. If it was destroyed before everyone had crossed, there would be no escape.
Those still on the path would plummet to their deaths in the abyss below.
They had to hold the entrance to the path until all two thousand people had made it across.
But it was too difficult!
The number of enemies swelled, their charges growing more terrifying. The vice general and other experts were also rushing over at a frenzied pace.
