It was late evening, and the distant glowing red setting sun dyed both the sky and the sea a reddish hue, while seagulls fluttered in the air. In the very front of their gaze, there was a figure who looked as ethereal as an immortal.
His body too was tinged with the sunset's amber hue, his hair, white as frost, fluttered gently with the sea breeze, his face as rough-hewn as if carved from stone, yet his expression was tranquil.
"Should we ... attack him?"
Having already suffered the loss of six Lords, the remaining who had yet to rush to the scene, except for the Luoyu Knife Lord, included five Invincible Lords. Some of them secretly communicated with others, questioning whether or not to attack.
"Idiot! If you want to die, go for it yourself!"
A lord rebuked angrily.
As a joke, even the Cloud Tiger Lord and others were chopped up like vegetables; what use would they be if they stepped forward?
