The followers were not without resistance; they too had organized teams to attack. However, for some unfathomable reason, despite operating here for so long, their organizers hadn't actually prepared any armor for them.
Even their weapons were mostly rudimentary, poor-quality cold arms. More absurdly, some of the powerful Fanatics disliked wearing even clothes, let alone armor, yet they dared to charge into battle like that.
What era is this? Even the damn White Lotus Society knew to stuff steel plates in their chests to block bullets. It would be illogical for these idiots not to die.
Of course, the Old Ancestor didn't care about their deaths. In fact, their bloody demise was precisely the outcome he desired.
"I'll leave this place to you. I'm going to check the tunnels."
