The scene shifted to the Eastern Domain Border.
Ever since the Great Qin professional team arrived, the local human-trafficking gangs had been in for a world of trouble.
They had thought themselves hunters in complete control of everything. Who could have known that in just over ten days, they would lose thousands of men and have all their belongings looted? Worse still, their attackers appeared and vanished like ghosts. They didn't even know what the enemy looked like.
"Bastards! What the hell are you good for!?"
One local boss saw the casualty figures and immediately unleashed a torrent of abuse at his underlings. "Even if they're working as a gang, they're nothing but a bunch of newly ascended Earth Immortals! So many of you have died, and you still haven't caught a single one of them!?"
"Boss, you can't blame us for this!"
His underling looked aggrieved. "That bunch are as slippery as eels. They suddenly launch sneak attacks on us, and by the time the others hear the commotion and rush over, they've already cleaned up the battlefield and fled. They're more organized than professional bandits! Even if we've got strength to spare, there's nowhere to use it!"
"I don't give a damn about any of that!"
The local boss roared furiously. "You can't even handle a few early-stage Earth Immortals. How am I supposed to keep showing my face around here!?"
"Boss, you don't need to worry about that!"
The underling hurried to reassure him. "Our losses aren't the only ones that are severe. The other families have been hit just as hard. One of them even suffered worse losses than us: more than half their men were killed or injured, and they lost seven or eight Low-grade Immortal Artifacts, five or six sets of Low-grade Immortal Armor,