Elite Among Elites

In the distance, the World Government's senior commanders stood atop a platform, witnessing everything unfold. Their expressions were exceptionally grim.

"Those useless fools!"

One commander cursed furiously, slamming his hand down on the table, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

"We sent out so many elites, yet they couldn't even breach the enemy's defenses!"

"They're nothing but a pack of worthless trash!"

Another commander gritted his teeth, clenching his fists as unmistakable agitation filled his gaze.

"They clearly have so few soldiers. How are they doing this?"

"Because they are the elite among elites."

A calm voice suddenly rang out, carrying a trace of icy mockery.

It came from one of the Five Elders standing behind the command platform. His cold gaze swept across the battlefield.

"Every one of their warriors is a powerhouse tempered through countless battles.

"And you? All you sent were carefully selected 'elite' cannon fodder."

Those words left the commanders speechless.

Though their soldiers were usually enough to look down on other forces, before Jin An's group of true powerhouses, they appeared utterly vulnerable.

"But... our forces vastly outnumber theirs!"

One commander said unwillingly, deep confusion showing in his eyes.

"How are they doing this?"

"Heh."

The Five Elder chuckled softly, his eyes carrying a hint of disdain.

"You underestimate them too much.

"Do you think someone who fought and defeated a former Five Elder would be overwhelmed by mere numbers?

"This isn't simply a matter of numbers. It is a crushing gap in strength."

Upon hearing this, the commanders' expressions darkened further.

They did not want to admit it, but the truth was right before them:

Even if they mobilized more troops, they could not change the fact that they were being utterly crushed.

Meanwhile, Jin An's warriors remained like razor-sharp blades, carving one bloody path