John and his companions stormed in like avatars of death, but to their surprise, they found that although these priests appeared to be gold-tier awakeners, their strength was not particularly formidable.
Some of their skills seemed only as powerful as those of a silver-tier, or even less.
What was going on here? Why was this happening?
It seemed quite different from what they had expected.
All three were equally puzzled, but they said nothing and simply continued their slaughter.
They knew there was something amiss, but it was not something they could resolve just then.
They swiftly cut down the priests before them.
If initially the priests had intended to resist John and his team, by now they had completely abandoned such thoughts.
It was too terrifying, truly horrific; these three were like deities of death, relentlessly cutting them down.
They had no power to resist, only to wait helplessly as the inevitable approached.
