Away from the core districts, a battle occurred in the outer district.
With the soul soldiers of Ezra Zephyr, the tables had turned, the disciples of various sects were now in turmoil.
"Where did they come from?"
"I don't know, they are not even from this mystery turf."
"Something is going on here, something we were unaware of."
Gradually, their high morale was depleting. The confident disciples were now shrunk into one another, with all mighty rankers busy in their duel, they were the ones who had to face those terrifying martial animals.
"Calm down, we still have a chance."
Yelled someone, a young man in a bright green dress.
"We have higher numbers, the martial animals are approximately 100 while we are above 300. Make a team of 3 and hunt one martial animal."
The youngster was called Dhoor, a known disciple of a local sect, famous for his cleverness and chivalry.
