The purge had barely begun when the news sprouted wings and spread like wildfire. The already-panicked base descended into complete chaos. It wasn't just the Vulture Camp—even the Blade Camp's people hated the Guard Camp.
Under the Guard Camp's strategy, only a handful of the Blade Camp's elite would be kept. But what counted as elite? How was it defined? Put plainly, it meant Master Dao's trusted men. The rest of the Blade Camp would be cast aside like trash.
How could those proud Blade Camp members stand for that? Especially those who thought they weren't particularly close to Master Dao and hadn't spent their days currying favor with him—they were livid.
If the enemy left them no way out, so be it.
But now even the Guard Camp wasn't giving them a way out. What the hell were they supposed to do?
If that was how it was, then nobody was playing by the rules. They might as well all go down together!
The base's biggest conflict had originally been between the invaders and its defenders. But after the Guard Camp's purge plan was leaked, the main conflict shifted completely. It was now between the Guard Camp and the other camps.
The other camps had already suffered heavy losses, but the Guard Camp was no longer at full strength either.
Most importantly, the people in the other camps were now seething with rage. They were ready to throw caution to the wind and fight the Guard Camp.
If the Guard Camp wouldn't let them live, then why the hell should they hold back? They'd fight with everything they had.
Even a cornered rabbit would bite, let alone these ruthless men. The fact they'd survived this long was proof of their ability; they were the best of those who'd made