Long Liu frowned as she watched the counter displaying the number of Black Turtle Continent members still alive. Just moments ago, both sides had been slowly losing numbers at a steady and almost equal pace—odd for such a chaotic battlefield, but still within the realm of possibility.
But now... the sudden spike in deaths on their side could only mean one thing—the enemy had stopped playing fair.
'Well, this was to be expected,' she thought, keeping her expression calm despite the grim realization.
Dong Yun, who also noticed the problem, looked at her with a worried expression. "Elder Long, should we move our plans forward? If this keeps up, all ten thousand cultivators might die."
Those inside the battlefield were the best of their generation. Losing them would deal a devastating blow to any sect, even powerful ones like the Dao Seeking School and the Black Turtle Continent. Not to mention that many of those trapped inside were from Dong Yun's own family.
