Hearing his threats, Jing Zhihai's soldiers could only brace themselves and continue to fight.
But even though they tried everything they could, there was no possibility of turning defeat into victory.
Huang Yueli's team members no longer need any commands and just did according to what they usually trained to trap the opponent in the formation.
Jing Zhihai's team was similar to fishes in a barrel, with no way to escape. Instead, they were being attacked to such a sorry state, consecutively being stabbed.
Although these injuries weren't deep, accumulating so many injuries would result in one becoming anemic.
Shortly after, a practitioner started to sway and suddenly fell to the ground.
"Heavens! Someone fainted!"
"Why hasn't the competition ended yet? In this manner, someone will become seriously injured!"
"That's right. Commander Jing's team is now short of one person, so it should be counted as their loss?"
