At this moment, Dan Tai Xuan leaned against the corner of the wall, and his longsword slashed fiercely, the leopard comparable to an Eighth Rank Sword Master in front of him fell with a cry, blood splattering across his head and face. Before he could catch his breath, two Golden Porcupines screeched and charged forward.
Around him, the hundreds of young elites brought out from the Holy Court were almost entirely dead or wounded. Compared to the sons of the Five Great Families, these young elites were far superior both in strength and mental state. Whether it was when the Netherworld Beast first began its massacre or when the frenzied Exotic Beasts rushed into Qingyang Pass through the breach in the wall, they were the ones who stood in front, suffering the most severe casualties.
Dan Tai Xuan couldn't remember how many Exotic Beasts he had already killed. When the last Holy Court elite fell beside him, a deep despair welled up inside him.
