T-3 Zone.
Before the विशाल stone platform specially used to receive newcomers.
A group of silent, grim-faced Purgers in Black Windbreakers hurried over.
The Black Windbreakers stood in rows on either side, leaving an empty space in the middle.
A burly middle-aged man wearing a black mask stood within it. He was clearly everyone's superior.
He stared at the scene before him. Of this 1,500-man Blue Army force, nearly half had died. The rest could barely move, supporting one another as they gathered up scattered weapons like homeless dogs.
The masked man shook his head slightly.
Such a massive conflict had broken out here in barely half an hour?
The Blue Army and Purple Army had not clashed on such a scale in a long time.
The situation would only grow more tense from now on.
Fortunately, we Purgers were a detached faction.
The masked man tilted his head slightly and looked at the ugly old man beside him. "Venerable Yuan, how many troops did General Zi send?"
The old man called Venerable Yuan was the guide stationed at the stone platform.
The ugly old man clicked his tongue and slowly held up one finger.
The masked man nodded in surprise. "Ten thousand men? That is practically all of General Zi's forces!"
The ugly old man shook his head. "No. One person."
The masked man froze, but then noticed that the ugly old man's gaze upon the battlefield was filled with awe.
He did not seem to be boasting.
The masked man frowned. Could General Zi have come herself?
But she did not seem to possess that kind of strength. Had she improved again?
Then the masked man cautiously asked, "Who was it?"
The ugly old man slapped his chest. "My big brother, Di Ba."
The masked man staggered on