He couldn't figure it out.
This time, they had clearly been extremely cautious. They had not gathered together before coming, but had instead approached quietly according to that person's instructions.
To guard against every possibility, they had even specifically recruited some true lone wanderers.
The purpose was merely the "low-risk" "probe" mentioned by the employer. They were only required to strike once when necessary; at all other times, they could move freely, whether to seek opportunities or seize newborn universes.
Yet who could have known that not long after arriving, they would instantly encounter such a terrifying attack?
The enemy clearly had no intention of holding back. They meant to slaughter every last one of them here.
"Damn it, we were truly careless this time!"
"You get what you pay for—there's no such thing as a free benefit. With such generous compensation, how could there possibly be no danger? We've been set up!"
This powerful cultivator was filled with fury, but things had already come to this. There was no point saying anything else now.
Originally, when he saw the battlefield in the distance, he had found that it was indeed as the employer had said. Their side was already powerful enough; they only needed to intervene once if necessary. Three late-stage Mystic Realm cultivators against one!
He had thought victory was already in the bag.
But now, it seemed that not only had their side encountered a crisis, even the distant battlefield that had held the advantage had undergone a change.
Three late-stage Mystic Realm cultivators had actually failed to take down their opponent for so long!
And from the looks of it, this deadlock would continue for quite some time.
"Damn it!" The powerful cultivator cursed over and over as he warily guarded against attacks from the shadows,