Outside the building, both sides stood in confrontation.
For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
The group of masters from Corbin had lost their previous arrogance. In just a short while, more than twenty of them were killed, and such ruthless strength genuinely frightened them.
They wore solemn expressions, their faces grave.
Many squinted their eyes, scrutinizing the figure ahead, trying to see through the disguise, but none succeeded.
However, it could vaguely be seen that the person was young, combined with the earlier voice, he should be a young man in his twenties.
This discovery astonished them even more.
So young, yet so powerful. How could anyone stand it! Where did this pervert come from?
After a moment, someone shouted, "What is there to be afraid of? No matter how strong he is, he's just one person. Are we really afraid of him with our numbers? If word gets out, we Yarvanians will become a complete laughingstock."
