At this moment.
Inside the Secret Realm battlefield.
The members of the underground dark organization stared gravely at the tall, solitary figure across from them.
This included Li Sheng and Zhong Lan, who had initially looked at Ling Zhan with utter disdain.
As well as Otto, the Storm Demon King, and Kuklet, the Holy Son of the Dark Sect.
And the Dream Whisperers named David and Adele.
These six core members were also the main fighting force assembled for this campaign against Ling Zhan.
The remaining nine members came from various major organizations, and none of them were to be underestimated.
Yet this luxurious lineup, capable of wiping out even elite squads, faced the lone Jobless Freelancer with nothing but caution and apprehension written across their faces.
The disdain, contempt, and scorn they had shown before were gone.
Such a contrast was truly nothing short of mocking.
"Get moving already!"
"Sixteen against one—are you seriously waiting for him to make the first move?"
The viewers watching this scene could not help urging them on with looks of disgust.
"Are you demon cultists really this useless?"
"Sixteen against one, and you're deadlocked for half the day?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
The barrage of online comments erupted in ridicule as well.
"Damn it..."
Watching themselves be mocked by everyone, the higher-ups of the dark organization ground their teeth in fury!
Originally...
They had intended to use this deathmatch not only to kill Ling Zhan and the prodigies from the military corps of various nations, but also to establish the terrifying prestige of their evil organization across the entire world.
The greater their prestige, the more people would worship and look up to them, and the more followers they would gain.
But now...
It had backfired.
Though they had indeed killed