The moment Nangong Yue clashed with the two black-clad, masked men, her expression changed.
They were, to her astonishment, two Second Realm War Gods—the same level as her. Moreover, their swordsmanship was bizarre, and each of them seemed stronger than her. Against the two of them combined, she was completely outmatched.
It was only a matter of time before she was killed.
She could escape if she tried.
But she could not. If she fled, it would be her clansmen who died. Every moment she held on meant fewer of her clansmen would die.
It's over. I'm surely going to die tonight. I never thought my goodbye to Brother Ye in the hotel parking lot would be our last.
A wave of sorrow, resentment, and despair surged through Nangong Yue's heart.
It was not just Nangong Yue. Gu Meng and the others, along with every member of the Long Family and the Thirteen Vassal Families in the unfinished housing complex, had also lost all hope.
"Kill all the scum from Medicine King Valley!"
