Alone
Blood-soaked in the hellish rain, the cultivators turned to the mortals and found another thirty standing behind cars, arrows pointed, warping the atmosphere in twisting lines. It was a ghostly appearance that accented their ruthless gazes, devoid of mercy.
"Buddy up!" the cultivator shielding Abigail commanded, flying behind another's top shield and creating a phalanx formation. With double shielding, the redhead could counterattack.
WhooOOoooOOoOOSH!
The heaven realm cultivators instinctively followed, while half of the sky realm cultivators barely hung on.
THUD! Thud. Thud! CRACK! Crack!
"GAhhHHhhHHHhhhHH!" A harrowing whistle of ripping wind cult through the spread-out cultivator, followed by shattering shields, splashing blood, and cracking bones. The arrows spared no one, including Gallard and the cultivator shielding from above.