Now, however, that advantage was evaporating like mist under the morning sun. Every time another of their comrades collapsed in a pool of blood, the surviving villains sank deeper into panicked despair.
The engagement had completely diverged from their expectations.
The dark-faced man watched the slaughter unfold with a progressively darker and more twisted expression. He had initially been convinced that his eighty-plus dark cultivators would easily overwhelm and tear apart Yu Qi's small vanguard. Even if these intruders were elite righteous cultivators, surely eighty-to-one odds should have guaranteed a swift victory.
Yet, the reality unfolding before his eyes was an absolute nightmare. His men were being slaughtered like livestock, and control over the situation had completely slipped through his fingers.
The dark-faced man tightly clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. He could not afford to linger here a second longer.
