More than fifty warriors who had charged out of the island were slaughtered in the blink of an eye, with over half of them already dead.
The casualty rate was far too high.
After all, the Northern Region warriors had come prepared, and they held an overwhelming advantage in numbers.
Lin Bai, Meng Qinxian, and Yi Heze could easily withstand the assault of dozens of warriors, but the warriors from the other mid-sized and small Lineages did not have it so easy.
Some were facing three or four warriors alone, while others were besieged by seven or eight. Their defensive lines were quickly breached, and they ultimately died miserable deaths!
Lin Bai only took one glance. Though he had long anticipated that this would happen, he still could not bear it. After all, these people had all voluntarily followed him here.
This was the cruelty of war.
Many people would die.
Family, friends, old friends—one after another, they would die before your eyes. In the end, even you would fall into a pool of blood.
"It's time to end this!"
Lin Bai cast aside his disappointment and tangled emotions, raised his eyes, and searched the battlefield for someone's whereabouts.
After thinking it over, he realized there was only one way to turn the tide for the Eastern Region warriors.
That was... to kill Bu Junfeng!
It was not difficult for Lin Bai to see that Bu Junfeng was the leader of the Northern Region warriors in the Hunting World. He was the commander of all the Northern Region warriors.
As long as he died, perhaps there would still be room to turn the tide of this battle.
But there would be only a thread of hope.
Lin Bai opened his Asura Dharma Eyes, swept his gaze across the entire battlefield,