"Be careful. They might be lying in ambush for us..."
"Use your summoned creatures. Have them check for traps nearby..."
"Check the trees too..."
The five of them each offered their analysis.
But more than ten minutes later, after searching every possible direction, they still found no sign of an ambush.
"What's going on? Did they see how many of us there were, lose their nerve, and run away beforehand?" the middle-aged man wondered.
Just then, a startled cry rang out in the room.
"Boss, Lamp Lighter's team ambushed us!" someone shouted.
"He actually dared to show himself?"
The Tenth-Generation King froze. "Then what are you waiting for? Gang up on him and kill him!"
"We can't beat them..." the man said, aggrieved.
"Fifty of you can't beat one person?" The Tenth-Generation King found it unbelievable. Two fists couldn't fend off four hands. No matter how strong someone was, there had to be a limit, right?
"No, there are four of them, and a 'huge number' of summoned beasts," his subordinate protested.
"Four?"
The middle-aged man froze, then exchanged looks with the other four. They all understood at once: they had been lured away!
Their opponents had never intended to camp the corpse. Their goal had been to draw them here and separate them from the main force.
Their guild might have had over fifty members, but most were newcomers who merely made up the numbers. They could gather together and add to their advantage when things were going well, but in a crisis, few had any real fighting ability.
The team formed by the five strongest members was their backbone, accounting for thirty to forty percent of the entire guild's fighting strength. With them gone, those remaining had become a disorganized rabble. Whether they could beat the enemy