Massacre

Suddenly, bio-engineered monsters would look at the four among the nine that ran away.

They are the slowest ones, so his eyes would glint in boredom.

So he decided to focus on the boring ones first.

On the other hand, the five disciples ran as fast as their cultivation-enhanced bodies would allow, their legs moving like the wind itself, yet the horror behind them closed in relentlessly.

They had been trained for battle, had fought ferocious spirit beasts, had faced rival cultivators, and had even encountered demonic path practitioners.

But never had they faced a beast like this—a monstrosity that should have perished under their combined assault, yet now hunted them like prey.

The first disciple, Liu Shen, had always been a pragmatic man.

He wasn't the most talented of the sect, nor was he the most ambitious.