"Don't panic! Don't panic! How many of us have they even seen? Stop panicking!"
"Damn it! Which son of a turtle dropped their knife? It stabbed me in the foot!"
"Stop pushing, I can't breathe anymore!"
"Charge! What are the people in front doing? A bunch of ball-less wonders, why are you in front? If you're so afraid of death, don't stay at the very front!"
"Ahhh! My hand! That woman, she cut off my hand!"
"Quick, save me, don't step on me!!!"
"Stop panicking!!!"
"..."
In the end, this crowd was nothing but a disorganized mob; they could intimidate a lot of defenseless commoners, but when facing three cultivators, they became utterly bewildered.
Let alone facing three cultivators, even a dozen fierce soldiers from the army willing to risk their lives could rout this crowd! After all, such an unorganized assembly only dares to act boldly due to their numbers, whereas the other side...truly had blood on their hands!
