Yan Ze fled frantically.
Watching his companions beside him run even faster than he was, he suddenly found it rather absurd.
They had set out to conquer their enemy with great fanfare, yet not only had the battle unfolded like some game, even the final outcome was ridiculous.
An Ordinary Person had ended several hours of tedious fighting with a single sword strike.
And the Sole Supremacy Society had always looked down on Ordinary Persons the most.
What an utterly ironic scene.
"I feel like we lost without even understanding how..." one companion beside him panted.
"Our prediction was wrong. We thought they couldn't possibly withstand those few axe blows from us, but they took them all, then pulled out an RPG," another said helplessly.
"Suddenly, I feel like we're kind of laughable," someone else said dejectedly.
Yan Ze felt rather laughable himself as well.
He had thought he was pledging allegiance to a master powerful enough to rely on, only to find that master did not care in the slightest whether they lived or died.
The prior predictions had encouraged them to act boldly. They had indeed acted boldly, and then lost just as decisively.
In the end, the group rushed to a temporary Logistics Airport and boarded a plane. Only after it took off did they relax a little and begin counting heads.
"Third Elder seems to have been captured?" someone said after counting, voicing a horrifying fact.
"Third Elder has Grandmaster Level strength. Could he really have been captured just like that?" Many could not believe it.
"I think I saw it. Our reaction time when fleeing was 0.5 seconds. Third Elder was half a second slower than us, then that cat caught him."
"Looks like he probably was captured."
"I never thought that Grandmasters, once so