With a simple "swish," she opened her eyes, a sharp flash crossing her pupils. It was only the eighth year, yet a Mahayana Ancestor had already fallen, which spoke volumes about the sheer brutality of the battle.
Jian Jing felt that none of the Ancestors were weaklings; at the very least, they should have been able to hold out for a decade, but casualties had already occurred.
"What is going on? The Heavenly Sword Sect's battle formation shouldn't be this weak, and with Elder Yin right there beside them, how could casualties happen already?"
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