"Have you lost your minds?"
"Or is your Evil Cult ready to go down fighting?"
"Do you really think the Ink Pavilion can't do anything about you just because you hide among the crowds like rats?"
"Or are you prepared to face the Ink Pavilion's wrath?"
Luo Yun was clearly somewhat surprised to hear this.
The Azure Wolf behind him let out a long howl, carrying him two sharp steps backward as he roared angrily.
The God Servant merely sneered, not even considering a response.
In the distance, An Xin frowned slightly. "Just as I thought..."
"The stakes are too high for the Evil Cult this time..."
She casually wiped the blood from her cheek, her fair, delicate skin stained crimson.
"I think the higher-ups may have underestimated these people this time."
"Let's try to finish this quickly."
"Otherwise... a lot of people might die."
"I suggest we fight to the death. That's the fastest way!"
Watching the cultists charge toward the school, An Xin narrowed her eyes and spoke.
Everyone fell silent.
True, trading life for life was the fastest way to fight.
But the price was just as steep.
They could have relied on skill, experience, and accumulated energy to wear these people down little by little and kill them.
But without those advantages, they were all at the Fourth Awakening, and the death rate... would be very high.
Still, the violent energy fluctuations erupting simultaneously from the Guard Bureau, the Reserve Corps, and other locations throughout the city made it clear that the Evil Cult's operation was unprecedented in scale.
They had mobilized at least an entire province's reserves.
There was only one possible reason the Evil Cult would commit so much... unprecedented gains.
So...
They exchanged glances, their expressions gradually growing solemn.
Wang Wenxuan drew a