At that moment, facing the Deeproot of Death and its sixty-odd underlings...
Ji Jue threw his head back and laughed, then smoothly took one step backward, followed by another, and without a second thought... turned tail and ran! After two steps, he hurried back, braved countless javelins falling like fire from heaven, scooped up the short-legged Beagle who was still cursing furiously, stuffed Beagle into the bucket, and fled again with his head down.
What else was he supposed to do?
Go get himself killed?!
Those were sixty-seven Sin-Corrupted Hordes, blessed by Sacrificial Masters, driven berserk, and integrated into an army!
Sure, each one was nothing much on its own, and even the best among them fell short of Transcendence, only reaching Rebirth Rank. But if sixty-seven damn Hordes stood together, charged mindlessly, surrounded you without regard for their lives, and self-destructed when they couldn't win, even a Heavenly Being would probably have to sit up and take the fight seriously!
At that scale, trading one-for-one with anyone above Heavenly Being was impossible, but they really were invincible against anyone below it!
In a head-on fight, unless you brought out a Horde army of equivalent caliber—like the Red Federation's Homecoming Knights, Shi Bang's Bedouin Warriors, the Empire's Imperial Guard, or the Federation's Four Directions Guard—whoever they caught would die. Even someone at Transcendence would just be feeding themselves to the slaughter.
Yes, it was ridiculous, but that was the god of encounter battles: the "disposable Horde"!
It was only because that Lone Lord had been an utterly perverse beast in human skin, an incompetent good-for-nothing whose only talents were extortion and debauchery. Otherwise, if he'd been allowed to develop a little and gather a hundred Face-Skinners, the outcome of that final battle really might have gone either way! Then again,