Zhao felt confusion pierce through his battle focus for a moment.
'Were there fewer students than before?'
He dismissed the thought, he had enough on his mind dealing with each Shadow Stalker that breached their perimeter. Every second brought new threats that demanded his immediate attention.
Zhao hadn't been lying, this was his territory.
The Mist Owl's abilities were perfectly adapted for night combat.
In this zone, he could move freely even during the medusas' hunting hours, he could fly far faster than they could and was capable of distinguishing them perfectly in the darkness.
His enhanced vision turned their greatest advantage into nothing.
A single silver feather was enough to kill a Shadow Stalker, but even with this lethal advantage, he couldn't eliminate such a massive swarm quickly enough to protect a big group all night…
There were simply too many, their numbers seeming endless.
