The constructs rushed forward.
Xin hit the first three with white fire. They dissolved. Four more replaced them. The mass was throwing everything it had.
"We cannot hold here," Zhou shouted.
"We need to split up," Xin said. "Three locations. Three teams."
Dao Chen stepped up. His shoulder was still bleeding. "I take the eastern school."
"I take the northern convergence point," Shen Bao said. His broken arm hung useless but his good hand held a dagger.
"Western fortress," Xin said. "Zhou goes with Dao Chen. Wei Long comes with me."
"No," Wei Long said. "I am the connection point. If the mass kills me—"
"Then we all die. Stay close."
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The constructs broke through.
One grabbed Zhou by the ankle. Pulled him toward a c***k in the ground. Xin cut it with white fire. Zhou rolled f
