Inside the garrison, everyone lifted their heads, their hearts pounding heavily against their chests. A thick, suffocating tension gripped them like a vice.
"How could this be?"
Fear gnawed at their hearts like a vice.
The four leaders wore pensive expressions. The Nine Mountain Sect Master had veins protruding on his forehead.
A minute ago, he had been bragging about their success against the evil cultivators, but now …
Merely looking at the two cultivators in the sky, his body was covered in sweat.
Standing in the sky, the old man with the ghastly, scarred face looked down at the people below as if they were nothing but ants.
She picked a few maggots from her scar and chewed them with relish, but her gaze never left the people below.
"So, these are the ants that are stopping our plan…" the old man beside her said with disdain.
"I guess so. I can sense they have a powerful array," she replied with a knowing look.
