More cuts appeared in the tent's fabric. The black figures coordinated their attacks, creating strategic openings that allowed more Stalkers to enter.
"Maintain formation!" Zhao ordered his auxiliaries while another feather flew from his hand.
The auxiliaries reduced the circle further... Zhao felt confusion pierce through his battle focus for a moment.
Were there fewer students than before?
He dismissed the thought, he had enough on his mind dealing with each Shadow Stalker that breached their perimeter. Every second brought new threats that demanded his immediate attention.
Zhao hadn't been lying, this was his territory.
The Mist Owl's abilities were perfectly adapted for night combat.
In this zone, he could move freely even during the medusas' hunting hours, he could fly far faster than they could and was capable of distinguishing them perfectly in the darkness.
His enhanced vision turned their greatest advantage into nothing.
