The final outcome of this fight, with five hundred men against ten men, was that... all the Imperial Guards were dead.
The place in front of the Cold Palace was neither extremely empty nor crowded, but at this time there were countless corpses lying around.
The men in black were originally one against a hundred, and their resistance to human sea tactics was always good. Although their aura was slightly disordered at this time, and their attack speed was not as fast as before, this did not hinder them.
Defeat your opponent.
And as the fighting time prolongs, the murderous aura accumulated in them becomes more and more solemn.
For killers, murderous intent is also an excellent weapon, which can protect themselves and help kill people.
The emperor looked at the guards who died so easily. A trace of hesitation flashed across his face. The smell of blood drifted away with the wind and sneaked into his breath, making him sick and uncomfortable. Everywhere he looked, he saw blood, an enchanting color.
Like a soul-stirring note.
It complements the corpse perfectly, its red color is particularly dazzling, like a flower dripping with blood.
Blood spread in the emperor's sight, almost climbing into his heart. In the end, he became cruel and ordered all the remaining imperial guards to be transferred here. There were a total of 3,000 imperial guards in the Palace of the Lost Kingdom. So far, they have lost
Six hundred.
There are two thousand and four left. Even if these ten men in black have extraordinary powers, they will definitely die here this time.
The emperor expected that after two rounds of fierce fighting, these men in black must have lost almost 60% of their strength. This time they increased the stakes in the siege. They would definitely die. By then, they would definitely be able to capture Jun Feimo's rebellious son and the other people in Leng Palace.
.
In fact, he did not miscalculate the loss of strength of those black-clothed killers, and he was ruthless enough to mobilize all the remaining Imperial Guards.
But his wishful thinking will eventually come to nothing.
When the Imperial Guards swarmed around the ten tired men in black, each of them was so confident that the situation was almost torn apart. It seemed that this siege would achieve an unsuspicious victory.
The feeling of victory in sight made them feel as comfortable as walking on colorful auspicious clouds.
The face is radiant, far more dazzling and beautiful than the light reflected back before death.
It's a pity that a certain look of confidence is destined to be more short-lived than a flash in the pan.
Some lives are destined to fall like meteors.
Suddenly, a hundred men in black fell from the sky and faced 2,400 imperial guards.
With the same strength of one against one hundred, against two thousand four, anyone with a little knowledge of mathematics should easily calculate the result.
Therefore, the emperor was surprised by the situation. He had never thought that such a remote cold palace could hide so many masters during the day, and he did not understand how they managed to hide in it without being caught by other people.
discovered by people.
And does this mean that his palace has long become a place where others can come and go freely?
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and then he recalled that the last time the guards were seriously injured and unconscious in his room, unconscious and unable to verify the matter. He vaguely had an answer to the culprit in his heart, and his temples suddenly showed an old look.
state.
Although there were all kinds of mixed feelings in his heart, there was only one feeling in the hearts of the Imperial Guards, a feeling that was purer than pure water, and that was... despair, the despair of having no hope of life, the despair of having to fight despite knowing that he would die.
There is some despair in life, and enduring it means pain.