Monkey King Sect vs White Crow Sect

"Senior Brother Tan, what should we do?" A disciple from the Blue Dragon Sect asked, his voice shaky.

His robes were in tatters, covered in cuts and dirt. But he wasn't the only one in this sorry state.

Tan Wei scanned their surroundings. About twenty disciples from the White Crow Sect, including Cao Zhu and Gong Long, were looking at him. 

Like the man who spoke with him, most of the White Crow Sect disciples had torn clothes, but thanks to Tan Wei, they bore no visible injuries. He had been using pills to heal their wounds and restore their spiritual qi, but there was nothing he could do about their growing exhaustion.

It had been four days since the competition started, and they had been hunted relentlessly. Every other sect seemed to be injected with chicken blood the moment they saw them, even teaming up just to take them down.

Tan Wei frowned, his expression tense as he thought deeply.