This was a battle without suspense.
Two against two hundred.
On the surface, the Kurosaki Group held an absolute numerical advantage. In most "gang conflicts" in the Yinghai District, numbers meant victory. But battles in the transcendental world did not work that way.
A humanoid creature swept out from behind Chen Li.
Rain fell through the black night, and the Iron Eater Disciple radiated a sinister, icy gleam.
"Do we need two people?"
Chen Li said flatly, "I think I'm enough on my own."
Song Ci turned back to look at Gu Shen, grinning. "Tsk... Why hasn't the Higashizaki Family's 'titleholder' shown up? Little Gu, even you miscalculate sometimes?"
Gu Shen smiled. "No rush. He can't get away."
Gu Shen turned and returned to the small courtyard. He wheeled Higashizaki Jing out, chair and all. The rooftop terrace on the second floor was an excellent viewing spot. Fine rain pattered down. Higashizaki Jing's mouth had been stuffed with a strip of cloth, and when he saw the black mass of people in the distance, he became agitated. He tried to make some noise, but could only force out muffled whimpers.
The black mass of people finally stopped a hundred meters from the small courtyard.
They were extremely orderly. Their walking speed and rhythm had clearly undergone rigorous training.
At the front of the crowd stood a figure who was not particularly tall. He wore a black haori, his long hair tied in a high ponytail. His facial features were sharply defined, and two deep scars crossed his left eye.
The man looked at the lone courtyard without underestimating it. Instead, he raised a hand, signaling his attendants not to advance further. More than a hundred transcendents spread out just like that, surrounding the entire courtyard.
Higashizaki Jing stared fixedly at