Bai Ye stared, completely speechless.
He had suspected Ryan saved him earlier, but witnessing it firsthand was something else entirely. A masked warrior who could slaughter candidates with ease couldn't even approach Ryan before dying. The shock was overwhelming.
Just how strong had Ryan become?
Ryan ignored Bai Ye's expression and swept his gaze across the battlefield. Though many candidates had formed groups to resist, the increasing number of masked warriors was steadily crushing them. The balance was clearly tipping toward massacre.
Ryan exhaled slowly.
He was not heartless. These were all candidates from the northern district. If he could help, he would.
"You stay here. Don't move. I'll be back," Ryan said calmly.
Everyone responded immediately.
"We'll stay."
"Brother Wei decides everything."
"Brother Li, be careful. Bi'er won't run around."
Only Mu Xianling remained silent.
Ryan turned to look at her.
