The Qin family's mountaintop defense squad rushed to the edge of the battlefield, and after only a glance from a distance, they hastily retreated. It wasn't that they were cowardly or afraid of trouble, but the difference in numbers was simply too great.
About a dozen of them had arrived, and originally, if they could have linked up with the assault team, they would have had the fighting strength to even counterattack.
But the assault team had died too quickly, and by the time they reached the spot, only a few members of their own assault team remained. In such a circumstance, even if they had forced an attack, it wouldn't have led to any good outcome, and choosing to retreat was the wise move.
The thirty-some people from Mount Qingyu didn't rush in to pursue; instead, they spread out, encircling the few members from the Qin Clan's assault team.
At this moment, these few formed a circle, back to back with each other, in utter despair.