"What? They were almost completely wiped out?!"
After Xia Ping took out that archer, only a scattered handful of mercenaries remained. Xia Ping had wiped out nearly half of the mercenaries, and more than half of the once-mighty crowd had vanished.
"You've got to be kidding me?!"
The remaining mercenaries could not help swallowing hard, their bodies trembling violently. Before this, they had been utterly arrogant, convinced that with their superior numbers, taking down Wu Wudi would be as easy as turning over a hand.
As long as that kid showed himself, they would certainly capture him with ease.
Yet how much time had even passed? That kid had used a series of underhanded tricks, and more than half their forces had disappeared, leaving them with devastating losses.
He had even relied on his overwhelming martial strength to clean up every last one of the battered remnants, giving them no chance to catch their breath. Such methods were simply too brutal.
"It's over. Is there really no one who can restrain this bastard?" The remaining battered remnants gnashed their teeth as they looked at Xia Ping, trembling all over with rage.
They knew their mission was seven or eight parts doomed. Even when so many of them had joined forces, they had been no match for this kid. What use were these old, weak, sick, and crippled leftovers?
"Hm?!"
Xia Ping had originally intended to finish off all the remaining mercenaries, but suddenly, every hair on his body stood on end as an intense sense of danger spread through him.
His spiritual power swept outward, covering dozens of kilometers around him. At once, he sensed a green flash shooting toward him from several kilometers away, breaking through the tenfold sound barrier.
It moved without a sound, as though it had