Two people left the team, but the others paid no mind and continued forward. As Gu Wen approached the steps, a scream of agony came from behind.
Everyone turned around, just to see a person running towards them with a severed arm, frantically shouting, "Help me..."
Before the last word could be uttered, a flying sword pierced directly through his back and chest.
Nie Fan walked over and delivered another stab; all onlookers watched with cold indifference.
They had banded together to target only the older generation, keeping out of disputes among themselves. They couldn't possibly manage those conflicts, anyway. The division of interests was already problematic enough. It was better to let actions speak.
Gu Wen was the first to ascend. The others followed closely behind.
The atmosphere among the team turned oppressive; the sight of blood had inadvertently aroused their savage instincts.