If anyone were to ask the members of the Wandering Circus how they felt at this moment, they would probably answer with a single word: regret.
They were highly skilled at setting traps, laying snares, and deceiving people. Unfortunately, having failed, they now faced eight seafaring adventurers who had spent years braving storms and risking their lives—and every single one of them was furious.
Although the Night Castle crew was outnumbered, the disparity in their combat strength was immense.
For the others, it was still a fight; for Dao Mingke, it was clearly a one-sided slaughter. He was like a heavy tank, and wherever he rumbled, people would fly into the night sky with bloodcurdling screams. Anyone he grabbed by the back would be spun around like a wheel, turning them into a human weapon that everyone else scrambled to avoid.
