As the disciples witnessed the gruesome deaths of Mu Lan and the others, terror gripped their hearts. They could see the red light emanating from the dragon, tiger, phoenix, and turtle statues, and they knew that death was imminent.
Quickly, the surviving disciples formed into groups of 30-40 members, hoping that their combined strength would help them survive. They split into five groups and stood together, their hearts pounding with fear.
The once-great army of over 200 disciples was now reduced to a mere 150, The air was thick with tension as they waited for the next attack, unsure if they would be able to withstand it.
In one of the groups, there were the disciples tasked with protecting Yue Mingluan, and among them were Zhu and Xoung He. While they were discussing their situation, Zhu couldn't help but feel like something was amiss.
At first, he thought it was strange that their so-called senior had gathered them in this specific location.
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