It took almost an hour to get back home. All three of them had received varying degree of injuries. The one who had suffered the most was Wu Meiying, who had fought against three Hunger Realm cultivators at the same time to buy Wu Jian and Hou Jingshu enough time to finish off the other eight. She walked between them. Her arms were slung over their shoulders as they half dragged her along with them.
No one was near the back of the clan compound, but more people began appearing as they got closer. The clash of weapons, the roar of techniques, and the screams of pain echoed around them. It sounded like there were indeed people fighting beyond the wall. Wu Jian turned his head as an explosion lit up the night sky and sent massive plumes of fire into the air.
“We had it easy,” he murmured.
