Rising from the Dead

On the battlefield, “Bang!”

“Bang!”

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Countless elders of the Green Mountain Sect were being defeated.

The opponent was merely an ordinary member of the martial army, but the core fighting force of the Green Mountain Sect had already lost half of its strength.

Such a tremendous gap sent chills down the spines of all Green Mountain Sect members.

The contrast was too stark.

The momentum generated by the eighty-thousand martial army was suffocating the Green Mountain Sect, making it hard for them to breathe.

Li Shaodian wanted to make a move, but he was stopped by Lin Qianhai.

“Junior Brother, your injuries haven’t healed yet. Don’t try to show off.”

Lin Qianhai approached slowly.

“In the past, when Nandou City was besieged, they demanded that I hand over disciples from our sect. Today, these two eighth-grade sects also want me to hand over our disciples.”