"Forty-seven against one. That's plain shameless!" Noah announced at the slowly swimming experts. However, his words didn't manage to faze them. They were cultivators who had taken part in the unthinkable multiple times in their lives. Eliminating a young man, who could potentially become trouble was well within their moral compasses.
Gritting his teeth at their lack of response, Noah glared at each one of them straight into their eyes shielded by the glass helmet. Seeing that each one of them had stern faces, including stronger experts like Nathaniel, he heaved a sigh.
His instincts informed him of how hard the task he hoped to accomplish was. He was about to engage in battle with over forty middle-staged experts, an unimaginably hard task even for him. That was if he desired to keep his other assets hidden.
