However, this time, there were only less than a hundred disciples left from the initial hundred and eighty! Most of those who died were from the northern clans!
When they were transferred back to their original position, Fane turned to look. There was suddenly a lot of space within the densely packed crowd.
The northern clan disciples were no longer as confident within their own backyard as they were before. They were anxious, and looked at the disciples from the other clans with hatred!
If they did not know of the difference in numbers, the two sides would have started to fight! Fane let out a long sigh and looked over at Graham next to him.
Graham was not in a good state and seemed to want to avoid everything by shutting his eyes. Graham sat down cross-legged as he started to tend to his own wounds.
The masked man was not in a much better state. The masked man's injuries were only slightly better than Graham's. Fane was actually injured as well, but compared to the two of them, his injuries were nothing.
He had also taken a recovery pill before that, so Fane already felt much better! The masked man's cold gaze
fell on Fane. The masked man did nothing to hide his killing intent as if he wanted to skin Fane alive.
Fane let out a cold smile and stared right back.
The masked man snorted, "Prick! Don't be so pleased with yourself. There's still plenty of time, we'll see what happens later!"
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