It was clear that these people had come prepared. Their plan was exposed, and they were ambushed.
Normally, upon realizing that one's plan had been leaked and even surrounded in a counter-encirclement, the first thing to do would be to try to retreat.
But facing this situation, the Tyrant Group didn't show the slightest hint of panic.
In fact, it seemed as if they were accustomed to such predicaments, with the four immediately forming a defensive circle, back-to-back.
Far from retreating, they licked their lips, displaying a bloodthirsty look.
"A bunch of trash trying to ambush us? What a joke," they said.
Living Bodhisattva's face was full of cold laughter.
A long cut had been made on his left cheek, from which blood continuously dripped.
But it didn't affect him in the least. On the contrary, like a wolf that had smelled blood, he became even more excited.
