The traps and roadblocks set up everywhere were completely destroyed.
Amidst the withered thickets were chaotic trample marks, accompanied by dark red bloodstains everywhere.
In the distance, amidst the flickering shadows, were figures in utter disarray, staggering with exhausted bodies as they ran.
Occasionally stumbling, they slowed the progress of the entire team.
Even so, no one abandoned their injured comrades and continued to persist with all their strength.
Cheng Xiaoxiao immediately saw her brother being carried on Leng Qi's back.
He seemed to have fallen into a coma, with blood trickling down from his dangling arm, dripping onto the ground.
Seeing this, Cheng Xiaoxiao felt a tight clutching in her heart.
There were many others like Cheng Yao, being supported, carried, or piggybacked, looking miserable and pitiful.
Behind them was the clattering sound of combat.
Flashes of blades and swords, with blood spraying in the air!
