Yan Tianming believed that his situation was the most miserable of all.
Yet he never expected these people to cry out such words before he did.
Pouring all his strength into the Black Tortoise Armor, he looked toward the battlefield once more.
This glance made Yan Tianming spit out several more mouthfuls of blood.
The first thing he saw was Qin Shaofeng's side. He could clearly see at least four thousand corpses already piled atop the mountain.
And of the Eighth-tier Saint Star Position experts he had brought, only the last four remained.
Those four had clearly been frightened out of their wits by Qin Shaofeng.
It was only because they seemed to have noticed his gaze that they reluctantly moved closer to Qin Shaofeng, yet they did not dare approach too closely at all.
As for the six Ninth-tier Saint Star Position experts, their situation was even more miserable than that side's.
For all six of them had truly become Blood People.
Even the other expert of the Black Tortoise lineage whom he had brought was pale-faced, clearly unable to withstand the violent shocks from all kinds of attacks.
The other five had each become Blood People.
From his observations outside the battle, he could indeed see that the number of Chasing Stars Sect experts Qin Shaofeng had brought had dwindled to around one hundred and forty.
Moreover, even the least injured were coughing blood from the corners of their mouths, while the most grievously wounded seemed as though the moment the battle stopped and they lost the breath sustaining them, they would die immediately.
Yet under their madness, every one of their attacks still seemed as powerful as when they were at their peak.
Blade after blade continuously hacked down upon the Ninth-tier Saint Star Position experts.
Every