Michael's eyes narrowed. The chamber held approximately over a hundred people. Most were men of the Master realm, with a few Grandmasters in their ranks.
'Certainly better prepared than expected.' He thought. It made sense that these cultists had a hard time getting caught. Few could pose a danger to soldiers so high in the cultivation chain.
However, to their dismay, their reign of freedom ended today. No matter how many Grandmasters they had, their chances against Michael and Devil were slim.
The chief of the branch arrived at a horrifying realization. While two of the figures were obscured by physician's attire, the monstrous appearance of Devil was hard to forget.
Having witnessed the faction wars, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The mere knowledge that Devil had gone toe-to-toe with an Absolute Lord made one thing painfully clear… There was no chance of victory.
This was not going to be a fair fight but a massacre.
