Stealthbane was blinded by rage.

He was killing anyone in sight, his fury unrelenting. They had ventured deep into enemy territory, where every encounter seemed to be with an adversary.

Eric and his team from the Combat Department showed no mercy.

Yet even Stealthbane's resolve was wearing thin.

"I can't kill them all! It feels like every master in the world is concentrated here!" he shouted in frustration.

He felt the number of people he had brought was insufficient. If he had brought a few thousand more, he might have been able to overrun the place.

Stealthbane was overwhelmed by the sheer horror of their situation. Fortunately, they had arrived. If anyone else had come, they would have met their end here.

The numbers of the masters seemed endless.

"Damn it!" Stealthbane cursed angrily. "There are too many of them, and they're all exceptionally powerful. What kind of game is this?"

He was tempted to retreat, but where could he go?

Eric sent an enemy flying, pushing forward