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Song Xuejun turned her head in shock. When she saw Cheng Qing, whose hair was disheveled and whose body was covered in blood, she could not hold it in anymore. Her eyes turned red. She turned around, clenched her fists, and swung them towards the wolfwalker, a single word popping out from between her teeth: "Kill!"
"Kill!" Wang Qi shouted loudly and rushed out at the same time.
"Kill!" One after another, the cultivators of the An Tian Sect leaped out from behind Cheng Qing with bloodshot eyes. They brandished their weapons and charged toward the wolfsman without a care in the world. They were like ferocious tigers descending a mountain or flying eagles flying in the sky.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The two or three hundred wolfwalkers standing between Cheng Qing and Song Qianshu could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts as they turned around and leapt over the city wall, screaming in fear.
Those who moved slightly slower became the souls of the cultivators of the Tranquil Sky Sect.
In the blink of an eye, on the wide road between Cheng Qing and Song Qianshu, aside from the corpses, there were no more wolves or Uighurs.
Even the wolfwalkers that were attacking Song Qianshu were either panicking, pulling back, or following him into the city. Regardless of their reactions, none of them dared to face the red-eyed An Tian Sect right now.
Song Qianshu, whose clothes had already been torn to shreds, turned his head in surprise. He saw Cheng Qing holding his sword and the other An Tian Sect cultivators rushing out from his side. He was stunned for a moment.
After surviving the calamity, it was impossible to describe his current feelings, he only felt his throat was as hard as a rock.
Beside him, there were only six or seven Song Zhen cultivators still standing, and two of them could not even stand straight, holding onto their swords, and did not fall down.
If Chen Qingcheng had forced back a step, then Song Qianshu and the other cultivators of the Song Order would have ceased to exist.
The cultivators of the An Tian Sect quickly rushed past Song Qianshu and charged towards the wolfwalker and returning Uighurs who were still lingering on the wall behind the city wall.
In the battlefield filled with corpses and broken limbs, in the midst of the roaring crowd of people, Song Xuejun supported the pale-faced Cheng Qing to stand in front of the dumbstruck Song Qianshu.
Song Xuejun looked at Song Qianshu and opened his mouth, but no words came out. At this moment, when she saw that her elder brother was still alive, she should have been happy and excited. But now, she was supporting Cheng Qing.
Yes, she supported Cheng Qing.
If she didn't support him, Cheng Qing would have already fallen.
If it weren't for Cheng Qing's bloodbath and the fact that he was a little bit late in the battle, Song Qianshu would have been a corpse by now.
Song Xuejun looked up at the side of Cheng Qing's face. Although it was covered in blood, one could still see that his face was as pale as paper. He bit his lower lip.
"Brother Chen …" Song Qianshu's voice was low and rough. At this moment, under such circumstances, he almost couldn't hold back from crying.
Cheng Qing forced a smile, "I'm not late at all."
Not a minute late.
From the moment he could tell that he only had a single moment, he had used a single moment to receive Song Qianshu.
It had only been a quarter of an hour since he had jumped out of the carriage and led the cultivators of the Tranquil Sky Sect to charge into the city.
After a few moments, Chen Qing led the cultivators of the An Tian Sect to launch a powerful counterattack. Amidst the returning Uighur soldiers and the wolfwalker crowd, they occupied the entire Whistling City in front of the reinforcements of the wolf-walker elite soldiers.
It was a miracle.