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Meanwhile, the battle in the inner chambers of the headquarters was just as fierce.
Twenty.
None of them were low-level warriors. This was a group of elites composed entirely of experts. They also had experts from Three of the Eight Gates of the Evil Dao.
It was hard to believe, but they had prepared this many people just to kill one person.
They had no doubts about their victory.
However…
"U-ugh!"
Thirteen of their experts had already fallen.
They had lost track of how much time had passed. It wasn't a short time, yet the outcome remained undecided.
"Just how…"
Ren Chaojian muttered. His face, which had been confident at first, was gradually becoming tinged with anxiety.
Even though the Evil Valley Master was one of the Ten Empyrean Overlords, he could never have expected that he would have been able to withstand the combined forces of twenty experts.
But was this really reality?
Far from winning, they had already lost more than half of their members.
"Do you regret the choices you've made?" Evil Valley Master asked with a domineering gaze.
Even after being attacked by twenty people, his body remained unscathed, without a single wound.
The title of Ten Empyrean Overlords was only granted to ten people throughout the Central Plains—no, in the gangho murim. As if it wasn't just an empty title, the Evil Valley Master proved his divine status.
"Regret?"
Tiemu Minghuan snorted as if what the Evil Valley Master said was ridiculous.
He...
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