Evan emerged from the shadows cast by the frostweavers. His lips curled into a smile as he noticed that the frostweavers were all looking in the direction of the explosion as if awaiting the settling of dust to confirm the success of their hunt.
"Certainly, your collective might is noteworthy. Nevertheless, it proved to be futile as it didn't achieve its desired effect."
No one noticed his presence until he spoke.
But by then, it was already too late.
He had brandished his sword and decapitated one of his opponents while he was remarking!
[Ding! Congratulations, Player Evan, for killing a level 5 Awakened Soul Cultivator. As a result, you get +50 EXP and a +1 point increment in your constitution stat!]
"Four vs. one?" Evan seemed to be in an imminent threat as the last four members of the group lunged towards him, wielding their weapons aggressively in his direction. "Not fair!"
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!