Bentley Frost was both shocked and furious, his eyes betraying an undeniable panic.
He had been hiding here for over half a year, living in peace and anonymity; why had the Central Divine Continent Alliance's troops suddenly come charging in, and in such a large-scale formation?
Was there a leak?
Bentley Frost no longer had time to ponder who the betrayer might be, as the encircling troops were about to close in!
Once the encirclement tightened, not a single member of the Bandit Group would escape!
They had three Hollow Void cultivators, but how many had come here?
Thirty, fifty, or perhaps a hundred?
Killing the Bandit King and seizing the Mystical Immortal Token, outnumbering the few with many, there was not the slightest danger in this operation; who wouldn't want to join in on such excitement?
What if the Mystical Immortal Token ended up in their own hands?
Bentley Frost knew the Bandit Group was doomed today; his only concern now was whether he could escape!