Fifty miles outside of Black Devil Ridge, a group of people had gathered. They stood twenty meters apart from each other, arranged in such a way that they could disperse in all directions at any moment.
"Sir, up to this moment, twenty-three of our elite warriors from the Sacred List have died, and of the younger generation, thirty-six people have been killed or injured," one man reported respectfully to a man in the center of the group who carried a powerful aura with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Speak," the man in the center said, briefly regarding the speaker from the corner of his eye.
"Sir, according to our high-level martial artists from Sacred Path, among the fallen warriors from the Sacred List, five were killed by the hand of the same individual. Judging by the wounds, the culprit must be a swordsman."
Uproar ensued among the group immediately.
Some were filled with rage, others emanated the intent to kill, and still others had expressions full of gloom.
