Three thousand against just over six hundred, with the Calamity Church's three hundred notorious Death God Guards among them-their strength was utterly disproportionate. The deaths of the six hundred remaining in the valley were already certain; it was only a matter of a few more minutes.
Human lives became cheap. Amid piercing screams, mercenaries of different races and skin colors slowly crumpled into pools of blood. Wisps of energy barely visible to the naked eye rose from the newly dead, all gathering toward one corner above the valley.
As the Dark Hand behind the battle, Han Shuo was delighted. He sat cross-legged where no one could spy on him, surveying the whole scene through the Three Yin Demons and comfortably absorbing the streams of strange energy that had yet to dissipate. In the Bloodlust Realm, his restless heart stirred, but his reason held it firmly in check.
Time passed as lives faded. Of the more than six hundred experts guarding the Mithril Mine in the valley, only a little over two hundred remained. The mages still tirelessly cast spells of every kind. Naturally, their targets were only the mercenaries in their distinctive outfits; not one wasted any more mana on the Death God Guards.
Adam Monroe and his family's elite troops, who had arrived a step earlier, merely attacked Loretta and the others in the valley from afar with magic and crossbow bolts. They stood by and watched the remaining members of their family in the valley being slaughtered.
It was not that they were unwilling-they did not dare!
The Monroe Family elites capable of Flight all rode flying magical beasts. These elites were the foundation on which the Monroe Family depended for survival, but unfortunately, their numbers were truly too few, far short of Loretta's Jialuo Mercenary Group in