"Elders!" Qian Wantong's voice was heavy as he recounted everything that had just happened from beginning to end.
He briefly explained how Black Shadow had carried a corridor pillar and smashed through the Flame Wall, how it had charged into the camp and killed the martial artists, and how it had retreated in sorry shape. Of course, he stumbled a little as he spoke, but fortunately, his account was clear enough for both elders to understand the whole situation.
After Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing finished listening, their expressions turned extremely ugly, so dark they looked as if water could drip from them.
They looked at the huge gap in the Flame Wall, then at the martial artists who had died miserably on the ground, and their chests felt unbearably stifled. A sense of powerlessness welled up in them.
The two of them were not lamenting those dead martial artists. They were feeling helpless and shocked beyond measure at the changes in these Black Shadows.
Never had they imagined that one moment of carelessness from the two of them just now would lead to such serious consequences, causing ten martial artists to die for nothing.
Who could have thought these Black Shadows would actually know to use objects to destroy the wall of fire the martial artists had built, then gather a certain number of Black Shadows to dart in through the gap and slaughter all the martial artists inside the Flame Wall?
"Elder Qian, we can't let the others keep staying here," Zhou Zixing said heavily, his expression extremely grave as his gaze swept over the martial artists repairing the gap. "The Black Shadows have already grasped how to destroy the Flame Wall. Relying on these Flame Walls won't stop their sneak attack at all. If we continue staying