The first phase of the battle was over.
The Sekigaharans no longer grinned maniacally, reveling in their numeric advantage as they did at the start of the battle.
They no longer focused on having the ideal victory of heading to the Kandrian Empire after killing the Masters of the Kandrian Empire. It had been a foolhardy objective to attempt in the first place, but at least there was some rationale with it when it came to numerical superiority.
Now, however, due to some of their incorrect predictions of Rui's combat level, they had underestimated his current power level and had gravely suffered deep losses.
Their original plan was duly updated.
"We head straight towards the Kandrian Empire, no matter what." The swordswoman sheathed her katana as her gaze remained fixed on Rui. "The Kandrian Empire will fall today."
"Not gonna happen." Rui's eyes narrowed as his steely gaze met her cold eyes.