The Gap Between Quality and Quantity

"That was some fine coordination."

Jin An sneered, but a dangerous glint flashed through his eyes.

"But unfortunately, it wasn't enough to make me afraid."

His voice pierced hearts like ice as the long blade in his hand swung once more. The gust unleashed by its edge surged like a furious tide, violently scattering the Five Elders' sword energy.

At the same time, he lunged forward, his blade driving straight toward another of the Five Elders.

"Since you want to attack together, I don't mind playing along to the very end."

Jin An's voice carried unwavering resolve and wild arrogance.

The atmosphere on the battlefield froze in an instant because of his movement. Every motion was as swift as Thunderbolt, every strike carrying the power to destroy everything.

The two Five Elders exchanged a glance. There was not the slightest panic on their faces; instead, they revealed crafty, cold smiles.

They had entered their rhythm, their auras growing ever more powerful. The intensity of the battle rose to an entirely new level.

The atmosphere on the battlefield grew increasingly grave, the air thick with the scent of blood and destruction.

In the distance, the other three Five Elders finally stopped watching from the sidelines.

They slowly stepped forward, each step as heavy as a mountain, making the ground beneath their feet seem to tremble.

The three men's gazes were cold and sharp as blades. Their auras gradually spread outward, like three ferocious beasts emerging from the abyss, ready to turn the battle around in one stroke.

"Looks like we can't stand by any longer."

One of the Five Elders spoke in a low voice, his tone cold and resolute.

Another Five Elder slowly raised his head and stared directly at Jin An, an icy smile curling across his lips.

"Attack