Although everyone in the campsite hoped to have a strong ally like White Mask to enter the Sacred Mountains with, he would be of no value to them if he fell here.
A stampede of footsteps came from the distance. It sounded like the middle-aged man's reinforcements had arrived.
Everyone in the campsite felt a sense of pity that a powerful supernatural being like White Mask was actually going to fall here.
Based on his combat strength, there were very few who could match him in a head-to-head duel. Such a supernatural being should have become a prominent figure in this world, but he ended up dying before his potential was fulfilled.
Perhaps he got stabbed in the back like this due to his conceitedness.
"He's probably done for," someone said.
"Aye, he was too arrogant."
"Prepare for battle. I think we might get attacked as well!"
Everyone tensed up.
