The two forces stood facing each other. Compared to the Divine Palace's imposing army of ten thousand warriors, the Demon Palace Warriors behind Lin Yun looked utterly pathetic—a mere one hundred men.
From appearances alone, Lin Yun and his men were like a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot—a hundred men hoping to halt an army of ten thousand.
Looking toward Lin Yun, the four Divine Palace Commanders had never seen his face before. They only knew that the men behind him were from the Demon Palace.
"Men of the Demon Palace? Did you come here with so few numbers just to commit suicide?" the Ninth Commander of the Divine Palace asked contemptuously, looking at the hundred warriors.
As soon as the Ninth Commander finished speaking, the Eighth Commander beside him laughed with scorn. "Have these people lost their minds? Daring to block our path with such a small force."
