Xuan Wen discovered that the Clan Chief was already entangled, unable to break free. Mitra Monk's martial arts were also very strong. It seemed that he was the only one who could help Xuan Wu now.
The lightning was relentlessly attacking Xuan Wu, who was no match for it. The constant assaults forced him to retreat. Lines of blood trailed down his hands, which were already so numb with pain. Drops of blood fell on the ground as he narrowly escaped death each time.
Xuan Hong said, "Uncle, you go. Leave it to me. Xuan Si and I will guard this place, and we'll make sure they won't advance even half a step."
Xuan Wu on the other side was becoming increasingly incapable of defending himself.
"Alright, you guys guard here," Xuan Wen said.
If Xuan Wu was unable to hold out and was defeated, it would do no good to defend this side.