Having spent quite some time slaughtering the Sun God Palace’s martial artists, Baek Mu-Gun began to find it suspicious that the high-ranking martial arts masters hadn’t shown up yet. If they wanted to, they would have already blocked his path long ago. Either they had run away out of fear or were out to kill the two Saints on the opposite side of the camp first. Mu-Gun thought the latter was more plausible.0

Peng Mu-Hwe and Huangfu Chong were Supreme-Realm masters, but it would be impossible even for them to fight both the Tyrant Divine Demon, the Sun God Monarch, and more than twenty Absolute-Realm masters.0

‘If I knew this would happen, I would have accompanied them.’0

Mu-Gun thought that pincering the enemy would force them to split their forces. After all, if they focused on just one side, they would suffer enormous damage from the other and miss the chance to defeat the unchecked attacker. To avoid losing that opportunity, they would have to divide their army. Moreover, a part of him also did not want to join the two Saints because of the resentment...0