Seeing that they were weaker, the bald man intended to silence them all. Once none of them made it out alive, no one would ever know what had happened here, and no one could avenge him.
At a sharp shout from the bald man, everyone on his side swarmed forward, tightly surrounding Bolands, Blood Spirit, and Gilbert in the center. They blocked every gap through which the three could escape, making it clear that they had no intention of leaving them any way out.
"Kill!" the bald man shouted again, a cold sneer on his face. Neither he nor the other upper god who cultivated wind element power joined the attack. In his view, given the strength of Bolands, Blood Spirit, Gilbert, and their companions, there was no need for the two of them to act personally.
Five or six upper gods and a hundred or so underlings suddenly surged forward. Those upper gods were all in the early or middle stages, so they did not pose a particularly great threat. Blood Spirit and Gilbert's expressions hardened, and they charged out first, intercepting two of them.
Bolands followed close behind. The moment the sharp flying sword in his hand emerged, soaring killing intent filled the sky, almost tangible. A fellow who was only an early-stage upper god had barely approached Bolands when that terrifying killing intent stunned him. His body faltered for just an instant, and sword aura swept past. Unable to dodge in time, he gained a deep, bloody gash across his chest.
"Blood Spirit, Gilbert, let's find a chance to get out!" Bolands immediately shouted coldly after forcing his opponent back with a single stroke.
A cold gleam flashed through Blood Spirit's and Gilbert's eyes, and they attacked their opponents even more fiercely. Every move they made traded