Edited by RED
God, why did you have to extinguish the fire of hope right after you gave us one!?
The six beastmasters watched blankly as Zhang Che "slipped" and fell off his flying mount, plunging into the pond several dozen meters below. Their faces turned ghastly pale, their hearts ashen.
There was no way he'd survived from falling from such a height, even if it was falling into water.
The six of them had given up on resisting, since they were all going to die anyway. It was only a matter of time.
Of course, it'd be useless even if they tried to resist the ferocious attacks of the water insects. The remaining subdued beasts turned into streaks of light and dissipated one after another, and their fragile, paper-like defenses were finally broken through.
