Chapter 287: Bloodline (3)
Two days after the battle began in earnest.
The battle raged fiercely.
The enemy pushed relentlessly, and we sprayed poison without pause.
Not a single person had died so far, but even that was slowly reaching its limit.
As expected, the difference in numbers became a problem.
“Gah! Gah!”
“Gasp! Gasp! Got it!”
Squeak!
“Gulp!”
The relentless wave of attacks pushed the allies defending them to the limits of their stamina and inner strength.
“Ugh!”
Thud!
Even the arm of North Palace Chang, who had just smashed an enemy’s skull, was trembling.
Truthfully, he hadn’t expected the battle to become this fierce.
There were several reasons for this.
First, the entry point.
I had only dug the hole in the tree trunk large enough for three or four people to pass through.
Naturally, the enemy would also have to jump down in small numbers, and we planned to exploit that by resting when we could and fighting when we had to—a strategy of alternating between rest and battle.
But when we actually looked, weren’t dozens of Bloodline warriors unfurling sword qi to widen the breach?
Of course, we weren’t just standing by either.
Ten enemy Dragon Clan members each fired hidden weapons and daggers, aiming for their lives. I, seeing even the top of their heads, unleashed my spear technique, piercing them instantly.
Honestly, after all that, shouldn’t they at least show some trembling?
But they didn’t give up. Despite the mounting casualties, they kept shouting for the Blood God and widened the entrance enough for twenty men to jump through.
