Under Luolie's command, everyone quickly found their rhythm. Some engaged in close combat, while others attacked from a distance. The stones in their hands whistled as they threw them, and they had finally turned their passive situation into an active one.
During the battle, An Yan, light as a feather, bustled about among her former companions.
After an unknown amount of time, all seven individuals finally lost their ability to fight.
"Miss, how are you feeling?" Wen Ya and Wen Ge supported An Yan on each side as she almost collapsed from exhaustion.
"I'm alright." Using their support, An Yan leaned against the wall and sat down cross-legged. She began to breathe deeply, hoping to recover her strength as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, Luolie's group had finally shattered all the stone statues. The tomb chamber was a mess, with broken stones piled up like a small hill. Excited smiles appeared on everyone's faces. They had won the battle!
