"Stand fast! Do not falter!" Xin Wuming exclaimed.
His motivational cry was unnecessary. Right now, it was too late to back out. The bandits came from all sides. There was no path to retreat to. Everyone was fighting to survive.
The caravan received hits from missed attacks, but its frames also possessed engraved words of power that provided it with strong durability. So, the defenders didn't need to worry too much about the enemies hitting it. Otherwise, the battle would become even more difficult than it already was.
Because the average cultivation levels of the enemies were lower than them, they could still fight back even when they were greatly outnumbered. The problem came from the two Mystic Stage bandits who already killed two of their members. With another move, they wound another member and forced another into a disadvantageous position.
When they were about to score another kill, a blitz of light interfered.
