Second Generation Yin Tianzi felt incredibly unlucky.
Because:
He had been set up by his own people and sent here as—elite cannon fodder.
But elite cannon fodder was still cannon fodder.
He did not want to die.
Upon arriving at the so-called Great Tomb of the Flesh and Blood Martial Ancestor, he explored with the utmost caution.
The other dozens of major factions had also sent many experts.
The weakest among those who came had obtained Mythical titles.
Everyone was remarkably powerful. Many hegemons had even formed elite squads and begun advancing by leaps and bounds.
They, too, wanted the inheritance of the Flesh and Blood Martial Ancestor.
Second Generation Yin Tianzi knew the inside story, so he had been carefully lying low in the rear.
But as time passed, he had no choice but to venture deeper into the so-called Great Tomb.
The closer he got to the tomb's interior, the more dangers there were.
Large numbers of Mythical experts were killed, and even hegemon-level creatures fell.
That day:
The higher-ups of many factions found Second Generation Yin Tianzi. "Your team is the strongest. How can you cower in the rear instead of going ahead to clear the way?"
Second Generation Yin Tianzi sighed. "The place is full of Corrupted Ones and Immortal Ones."
"The Corrupted Ones are still manageable."
"But the Immortal Ones are terrifying."
"With just this handful of people, we'd be beaten to death in minutes."
Immortal Ones were far stronger than ordinary hegemons.
Often, it took two or three hegemons working together just to fight one Immortal One.
Corrupted Ones, on the other hand, were roughly evenly matched with Mythical martial artists.
According to Second Generation Yin Tianzi's deductions:
The current guards already included Immortal Ones and Corrupted Ones.
If they continued deeper, there would