After Qin Shaofeng and the others joined up with the hundred-odd people Ximen Li had brought, they numbered only a little over one hundred and twenty in total.
Yet the Four Symbols Sect had already dispatched more than five hundred people.
There were no shortage of powerful experts among them as well.
In particular, the number of Saint Star Position experts was close to fifty.
By all reason, such a force should have been able to wipe out Qin Shaofeng and his group with effortless ease.
But after Qin Shaofeng's domineering display, everyone's thoughts had changed.
We're at a disadvantage!
We don't have enough powerful experts!
We need reinforcements—at least another thousand people.
No! At least three thousand, or we simply can't beat them!
Thoughts like these kept surfacing.
Yet they had forgotten that the people they were truly fighting numbered only thirty.
And among those thirty, the last one, Ran Zun, was merely there to make up the numbers.
After Qin Shaofeng called him back, they were now using twenty-nine people to fight several hundred of them.
And it was precisely because of Qin Shaofeng that these hundreds of people developed such thoughts.
So what if they had more people?
That brat, who looked like he was only at the Fifth Grade Heavenly Venerate Realm, was simply a monster!
He could even kill a Third Grade Saint Star Position expert with one slash.
How were they supposed to fight this?
If that brat did not die, or if powerful reinforcements did not arrive, they simply could not defeat them!
"Why would we need reinforcements!"
Just as those terrified cries rang out.
Another furious shout echoed out. This voice carried from an extremely distant place, yet it also seemed to resound within everyone's minds, immediately suppressing the panic in their