The Dark Forest...
Wu Shaozhen's underhanded tactics left the four Saints unable to advance or retreat. They were utterly miserable...
When they chased, he ran. When they stopped, he kept taunting them, and every five minutes, he came over to poison them again.
If they split up, he singled one out and hammered him. If they stayed together, they all got poisoned. These Saints had lived for countless years, but never had they felt so helpless...
"Is the backup still not here? I'm going to lose my mind at this rate..." one Saint said, on the verge of a breakdown.
"Soon. Just hold on a little longer. That brat won't escape even if he grows wings."
Meanwhile, Wu Shaozhen watched the four Saints nearby with a smile in his eyes.
After more than ten minutes, he was finally close to killing another one.
Though they kept splitting up and regrouping, Wu Shaozhen had focused on one of them the whole time, never letting the poison on that Netherworld Saint wear off.
His target had only 34% health remaining. Once Shadow Annihilation came off cooldown, he could finish him off outright...
As long as this one dropped another piece of Netherworld-series armor, he would absolutely be able to take on the remaining three Netherworld Saints head-on.
Unfortunately, dreams were beautiful, but reality was cruel...
Just as Shadow Annihilation was about to come off cooldown, sharp whistles suddenly sounded all around him. A large group of figures flew in from every direction, quickly surrounding Wu Shaozhen...
"..."
Wu Shaozhen's mouth twitched. Looking at the thirty-odd Saints surrounding him, he felt like cursing...
"Just how much do you hate me?! Is this really necessary?!"
"You're finished, brat! Surrender now!"
"Thirty-six Saints! You really do think highly of me!" Wu Shaozhen remarked.
"Hmph! So