At the entrance, Elder Long Yue deeply thrust a long spear into her left shoulder, supporting herself on the ground, barely managing to remain standing.
"It's been ten days, and still no reinforcements..."
A trace of sorrow appeared in the cloudy eyes of Elder Long Yue.
The relentless attacks of the Roc Demon Emperor had shattered her organs, fractured her limbs, and left her a wreck, her only fate being death...
"Elder Long Yue, hang in there, we've held on for ten days, there must, must be hope!"
Some disciples who still had a bit of physical strength spoke words even they didn't believe, perhaps this was their only reason for stubbornly holding on.
Elder Long Yue leaned against the wall, with difficulty turning her head to gaze at the disciples, either dejected, grieving, or despairing, with vacant eyes, and closed her eyes deeply.
After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes, her aged face showing determination: "How many weapons do we have left?"
