This statement is truly spine-chilling.
But upon closer thought, it is not without reason. Hiding strength in the mix, waiting for when all disciples are focused only on the tribulation crossing, they suddenly make a move, leaving the Black Riders with nowhere to escape and unable to call for help!
"Hiss! Clearly a Holy Land meant to protect disciples has turned into a slaughterhouse for catching turtles in a jar?" The Sixth Elder had a splitting headache, staring unblinkingly at the scene, waiting for a turning point.
Yet there was none; during the entire process, no one approached. After a long while, the light gate opened from the inside out, and the onlookers suddenly widened their eyes and instinctively tensed their eyes to look over.
Three Black Riders!
Only three Black Riders appeared unhurriedly, whispered a few words to each other, seemingly exchanged some items, then after a very brief pause, transmitted away.
