One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
Amidst the grating sounds of battle, the ground was stained red, corpses lay everywhere, and the Truth Society Wizard's numbers were reduced by nearly one-third, while the Gray Mist was battered by the four Commanders.
However, the Gray Mist did not show any signs of panic. Dodging one attack, he coldly said to the four Commanders, "Do you know? Everything you're doing now is in vain. You are destined to fail."
"Is that so?" The Black-armored Commander scoffed, not believing it at all, and thrust his Great Sword, "Then prove it!"
"Prove it? I will, but not now," said the Gray Mist.
"Then I'm afraid you won't live to see that moment," the Black-armored Commander replied with a sharp gaze, "Die!"
Gripping the sword hilt with both hands, he thrust the Great Sword straight into the Gray Mist's body.
