A chilling silence descended upon the battlefield once the last disciple of the Iron Hammer Sect fell unconscious. Wang Li, his eyes narrowed into slits of icy fury, scanned the remaining figures.
"You fools," he growled, his voice laced with a deadly calm. "Don't even think about taking another step. If you do, by the heavens, I won't be responsible for the consequences. Not even your corpses will be left behind to tell the tale."
The remaining disciples, their bravado shattered by the swift and brutal takedown of their comrades, felt a cold shiver crawl down their spines. Wang Li's words, dripping with murderous intent, painted a vivid picture of their impending demise. They could almost feel the bite of his blade, the sting of his attacks.
