"Are you ready to meet your doom, Black Devil Sect?"
The cold voice somehow sent out a chill in this burning land. The disciples, elders, and even the sect master shuddered for a second as if this word sentenced them to death. The first one to recover were actually the elders as one of them shouted, "Don't falter. There are only fourteen of them. We need to kill them right now before we see any reinforcement."
Those words shook the body of the sect master. He usually ran away from a battle that he knew he couldn't win while glorifying the battle he could win. This was the only reason why he could reach this position after doing it for almost a millennial. However, these people actually gave him the instinct he had honed in his entire life. The instinct to know whether he needed to escape or fight.
