"Alas."
Lin Ze sighed; he was very aware of Master Baiyun's nature—in his eyes, the lives of ordinary people were as insignificant as ants.
Even ordinary martial artists didn't mean much to him.
Unless one had the potential to ascend to the Transcendent Realm, they were considered worthless.
This was Master Baiyun's viewpoint.
No one could change it.
Not even Lin Ze.
"Brother Lin, if there really isn't a Transcendent Realm warrior, then let's join forces. We'll hold off as long as we can, and the others can flee as far as they're able. There's no hope left."
Qi Yuan looked at Lin Ze, his voice filled with sorrow and helplessness.
"Count me in as well."
The White Cloud Sect Leader also stepped forward.
Three great Ninth Layer Peak powerhouses, arguably the strongest among the Ninth Layer Peak Martial Masters—if the three of them couldn't stop the Ferocious Beast, then everything was truly over.
