Suddenly, a harsh, piercing shriek cut through the silence of the night. It was the distinctive battle cry of the Asura clan, filled with boundless violence and murderous intent. Immediately following, countless dark figures darted from the shadows like ghosts, moving with astonishing speed and leaving only blurred afterimages flickering in the air.
Their eyes gleamed with blood-red light in the darkness, like starved wolves locking onto their prey. Every pair of eyes radiated unquestionable coldness and ruthlessness. The Asura weapons gleamed with a chilling luster under the moonlight—some wielded sharp scythes, others grasped heavy battleaxes, and still others manipulated Anomalies energy, preparing to reduce the three people before them to nothingness.
The carriage slowly came to a halt. Zha Muxi stepped down, her gaze sweeping across the surroundings. A trace of regret could not help but well up in her heart—she had expected a Tier 8 Mighty Expert to arrive in person, though having twenty Tier 7 experts hidden in the shadows, poised for action, wasn't bad either.
Chapter 147