The sheer number of cultivators swarming them was overwhelming.
Sure, Wang Li and Xia Bingling were Nascent Soul experts, capable of decimating most Core Formation cultivators with a single well-placed attack.
But fighting against a horde, fueled by rage and backed by their leader – a Nascent Soul cultivator of his own – was a recipe for disaster.
Even their blows, powerful as they were, would eventually deplete their spiritual reserves.
The restrictive formation, expertly woven into the garden layout, added another layer of complexity.
It subtly hindered their ability to gather spiritual energy from the environment, slowing down their natural regeneration.
Wang Li gritted his teeth. This wasn't supposed to happen. His eyes darted towards Xia Bingling, their plan lay in tatters.
"Listen closely," he said, his voice low and urgent. "If you want to make it out of here alive, I need you to trust me."