At the foot of a hill, the sounds of battle echoed through the air. Three disciples dressed in the uniform of the Red Crane Sect were locked in combat with a single girl.
"Surrender, and we'll give you a quick death," one of the Red Crane disciples sneered, a smug grin plastered on his face.
"In your dreams," Yan Li spat, glaring at the three Red Crane Sect disciples with open hostility.
She wouldn't have been in such a difficult situation if not for their sneak attack. Gritting her teeth, she resumed her fight against them.
Her sword danced between the three disciples, skillfully blocking their attacks and countering with precision. She might have been alone, but she wasn't about to let these scoundrels gain the upper hand.
The three Red Crane disciples grew increasingly shocked as the battle dragged on.
Re: God of Formation