If you're afraid of a one-on-one, you can come at me together.
Li Su's words infuriated the Black Mountain Sect disciples. Smoke practically poured from within their Mountain Transformation bodies, their blood boiled, and their very flesh cracked from rage.
Not only had someone come knocking at their door, they were being looked down on so thoroughly. This was an absolute first for disciples of the Black Mountain Sect.
Rage was rage, but the Heavenly Immortal disciples did not dare move.
The strength Li Su had displayed was simply too terrifying. Even someone like Cliff Mountain had been knocked unconscious without taking a single move. If they, who were weaker than him, went up, the outcome would not be much different.
The more people there were, the stronger they became—throughout the entire Mythical Realm, only the Interception Sect could achieve that.
The Black Mountain Sect also possessed combined attack techniques. The Mountain Transformation Art in particular allowed them to join forces.
Yet while such combined attacks could amplify their power, they could not bring about a transformation. Even if they filled the gap with their lives, it would have no effect at all.
This was merely a temporary outpost. There were fewer than a hundred Heavenly Immortals in the camp, and hardly any at the ten-fire level. Most were merely at the limit of nine fires, not even worthy of being called elites—just menial disciples.
"Damn bastard! If our Black Mountain Sect's Peak-generation senior brothers were here, how could we let him strut around like this?"
One disciple's face turned green as he could not help blurting it out.
Black Mountain Sect disciples were granted names.
They were divided into the Mountain generation and the Peak generation.
Though there were only these two, the meaning they represented was as different