Outnumbered three to one, Rong Ruihan’s clansmen gritted their teeth and fought hard for their lives.

They knew that Jun Xiaomo and the others were waiting for the prime opportunity to strike, and none of them could afford to let the cat out of the bag if they wanted the operation tonight to succeed.

Approximately one hour into the battle, one of the clansmen collapsed onto the ground. He was not dead yet, but he was practically on the verge of death.

Almost like a contagion, the other clansmen began to collapse to the ground soon after, and the clansmen still standing grew fewer and fewer in number.

Seems like the battle is coming to an end soon. Xiang Guqing and Dai Yanfeng could almost smell their victory.

The lead clansman wearing Ye Xiuwen’s appearances was one of the few who were still standing. However, the number of wounds on his body was increasing at an alarming rate. Zhang Shuyue was no longer yelling or pleading with him anymore. Instead, she now had a cold smirk on her face as she stood idly by the side, watching her master and the others surround and attack “Ye Xiuwen”.

From what she could tell, Ye Xiuwen was inextricably and hopelessly in love with Jun Xiaomo, and her heart would no longer be plagued by remorse if Ye Xiuwen were to perish right here, right now.

The clansmen wearing Jun Xiaomo’s appearances...