He was strong, a high-end stage master. And he had the darkness element, a secret that no one knew but the ones he recruited and nourished over the years. So it was expected for him to escape successfully while most of his subordinates ended up either dead or getting captured.
"Lock them up," the king was watching all this happening using his manifestation, "and prepare for the counterattack. We can't stay here entrapped without fighting back!"
"My king," at this moment, Sloth approached the king's tent. His body was soaked with blood, the blood of traitors he mercilessly slay, "there is a nasty toxin spread all over the place, weakening our forces and making us lose any direct clash. It's the same toxin that poisoned you."
"And?" the king got what Sloth wanted to say. Just by watching what happened here, he could tell the powers of his family members and top masters weren't the usual, were weirdly much weaker than ever.