"Robert positioned himself behind an immense oak tree, the sturdy trunk giving him cover without blocking his view of the combat zone. His breath was measured, yet his thoughts flew as he calculated his next moves."
The approaching presences were stronger than the assassins he had just defeated. Much stronger. His enhanced spiritual senses could detect their cultivation levels even from this distance, and the readings made his blood chill. These newcomers were at Spirit Root Level 4—far beyond his current capabilities.
If more enemies come, and they are at the same level as those three, Robert thought grimly, I might be able to manage another fight. But against Spirit Root Level 4 cultivators? That would be suicide.
