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"Marquis?"

"Father?"

At that moment, both the White-haired Old Man and Marquis Dingjun's daughter were somewhat puzzled. What was wrong?

Marquis Dingjun said nothing, but swiftly rose to his feet, his gaze turning grave.

Countless brushes with life and death had made him feel that something might have happened.

Never underestimate any warning of danger!

The human race was different from the myriad races in the upper realm. The myriad races could afford carelessness; humanity could not.

One careless mistake meant death!

"Stay alert!"

Marquis Dingjun gave a low shout, his voice echoing through the flower's disk. In an instant, those meditating, chatting, sleeping, and eating all sprang up in alarm.

Over a thousand people quickly formed up.

Following their usual arrangement, the elderly stood on the outside, the young and strong in the middle, while the weaker children were taken into a weapon storage space...

But if the expert carrying the weapon died... that meant everyone else would die as well, with no chance left.

No one asked or spoke of exactly who carried the space-bearing weapon.

In any case, it would not be given to the Marquis!

Marquis Dingjun needed to fight. Once the spatial fluctuations became too violent, the people inside could easily be shaken to death. More importantly, the Marquis would inevitably be the primary target of the myriad races!

The crowd fell silent, wary, uneasy, despairing. Some were also confused and numb.

They had been fleeing for far too many years!

The upper realm was not so wonderful.

It sounded lofty and magnificent, but life there was actually bitter, especially over the last six thousand years. Things had been better before; even if they could not dominate the upper realm, they could still stand toe-to-toe with the myriad races.

The younger generation of experts had