Outside the squirming shadow, the fight had already escalated to the point where a few of the disciples were gravely injured.
Burns, cut wounds, and broken limbs covered them as they realized that one of their elders was gone.
Elder Bai was being forced on a back foot by a monstrous-looking Alexander, and with no one to call their retreat, the disciples were getting nervous about whether they would die on the flank of this mountain.
Kary had already ordered her friends to hold back, as she preferred keeping to zero casualties. Still, she couldn't guarantee this was a viable option if the disciples kept returning for more, even when they were wounded beyond reason.
She could tell from their gazes that their fervor was dwindling, but they kept getting back up for some reason.
'Are they willing to die for a man who they can't even find anymore? What kind of fanaticism is this?' she wondered.
