Yang–Yin Sect
Boom! Boom!
Most of the sect was under attack, and many buildings had already collapsed. The ground was filled with craters and sword marks. Elders and disciples were clashing fiercely with members of the Black Church, while others had already fled in fear for their lives. Countless bodies—elders and disciples alike—lay scattered across the ruined grounds.
"Huff… Huff…" Mu Feixu panted heavily, her body drenched in sweat as she glared at her opponent, who still looked perfectly fine. They had only been fighting for a few minutes, yet they had already exchanged countless blows. She glanced at Qin Mu, who appeared to be in much better condition than she was—mainly because she had already exhausted a lot of her spiritual energy defending her own peak from the Black Church before coming to his aid, gladly they were not strong otherwise by this time she would be too exhausted to move her body.
