"We can't sit here and wait to die, we must find a way to break through!" someone shouted.
The human cultivators retreated while fighting, the situation extremely intense.
They continuously cast magic and swordsmanship, attempting to fend off the attacks of the Nether Spirit Race cultivators.
Yet, the Nether Spirit Race cultivators pursued them closely, giving them no chance to catch a breath.
In the intense battle, the human cultivators' physical and magical power gradually ran out.
Many died constantly, and the remaining human cultivators had no choice but to cluster together.
"Fellow Daoists! I will go ahead first!"
At that moment, an elder suddenly shouted.
He was seen with a flushed face, suddenly severing his right arm, transforming into a massive cloud of blood mist that enveloped him.
In an instant, the blood-colored figure turned into a flash of lightning, rapidly flying towards the distance.
