Flame Lotus Assassins

Zhan Sheng took a deep breath and readied himself for what may be his last fight like a warrior preparing for battle. He moved with what little strength he had left, dodging and striking back with precise movements like a skilled dancer. Mao Xia fought fiercely by his side, but the cultivators kept coming like a never-ending tide.

Fuck it! Zhan Sheng snarled, ripping out his sword. The crushing qi of the Devil's Blade sent several cultivators flying, but Zhan Sheng was weakened, sooner or later he'd collapse. They just need to make it through that ridge. But as Zhan Sheng and Mao Xia fought, they realized they were hopelessly outnumbered like two lone soldiers against an entire army. Just as they were about to be overcome, they heard a loud whistle and saw a group of riders cresting the hill like a cavalry charge.