Group battles, without needing to say much, were quite chaotic. Often times, there would be a single most powerful participant that would either be avoided, or attacked all at once. It wasn't too rare for participants to either lament their luck or bask in their good fortune.
As for Dyon's group, most of them were 7th stage essence gatherers with two of the 8th stage and one of the 9th. His group wasn't overly powerful, or overly weak. It seemed the golden robed elder no longer dared to make things too difficult for him.
In the distance, the Legatees of the Branch Peaks gathered, leisurely talking and commenting while mingling with the disciples of the Unseen Peak. As Legatees, they, of course, had enough status to warrant the respect of those disciples. After all, even the Legatees of branch sects had high status – all of them were Marquis.
"Nikolaos, what's the deal with this Dyon character? Is he truly from your Unseen Peak?" The Legatee of Gliding Peak casually asked.
