บท 334: Devon's Rage II

"RETREAT!" One of the disciples of the golden crow sect yelled at the peak of his voice.

Even before the disciples spoke, the others had begun to flee from the surrounding. It hadn't even been up to thirty minutes yet, and the number of deaths was simply astonishing.

Out of thousands who were fighting with this gold-haired youth earlier, it was down to about four hundred, and even those who were on their feet had sustained grave injuries.

While some might be able to survive the injuries if probably tended to, the same couldn't be said for the others.

"Aaarrghhh!!" The howl of one of the disciples sounded as Devon drove the red sword all the way to the back of his throat. Then, lifting his leg, he struck a kick at the disciple's chest.

Despite the number of experts who had fallen in the golden crow sect, Devon didn't seem to be satisfied with it in the slightest, as a deep frown could be seen on his face.