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The Berserk Mountain God Team had no time to recover.
The moment the first wave of Heavenly Bronze assassins entered their formation, the battlefield descended into complete chaos. The explosions had already scattered their formation, the smoke had blinded several of them, and the sudden appearance of enemies within their ranks had destroyed whatever advantage their numbers were supposed to give them.
Fifty people should have overwhelmed fifteen.
That was what they had believed when they entered the forest.
But numbers only mattered when the people carrying them were given the opportunity to use them.
The Berserk Mountain God Team never received that opportunity.
