The moment the Mist Eye Sect disciples appeared in the center of the looping maze chamber, silence fell like a blade.
Fatty Kui's face drained of all color as he stammered, "T-thirty? Why are there so many of them?"
The juniors tensed, the seniors' hands sliding toward their swords. Even Xuan Qing's face darkened, her qi already stirring faintly around her.
Han Yu stood silently at the back, his eyes narrowing as he swept his gaze over the enemy. 'So… it begins. Meng Jueyan wasn't lying. They really did come through the hidden corridor, and in numbers far beyond what we can handle in a direct fight.'
The air thickened with tension as the two groups faced each other, each aware that this meeting would not end peacefully.
Both sides froze, staring at each other with grim expressions.
