Because the tide of the times had turned, the Nature Masters' situation truly went from bad to worse. Chen Nan and the others had no good solution for this. Unless they resorted to harsh measures—such as killing anyone who dared to leave.
But no matter what, Chen Nan and the others would never use such methods. Otherwise, what difference would there be between them and those Demonic Orcs?
Chen Nan could only console himself, saying that this was a trial amid great calamity and disaster. It was like an enormous sieve, capable of thoroughly filtering out those who did not truly belong among the Nature Masters.
Once all those people were removed, the Nature Masters as a whole would become as impregnable as a steel fortress.
That was indeed true. By the end of it, fewer than a thousand Nature Masters remained.
"Fewer than a thousand" was actually quite a good euphemism.
For example, if someone asked how much you earned and you said, "My salary is very low, less than a hundred million."
Then they asked, "Exactly how much?"
You answered, "Three hundred a month."
They would not have been wrong. Three hundred a month was indeed less than a hundred million.
In truth, only a little over five hundred Nature Masters remained.
This was their final strength. Such an outcome was something Chen Nan had never expected. Perhaps their past advantages had come too easily, creating an illusion that made him lose his judgment in this matter.
How were the five hundred remaining Nature Masters supposed to contend against Transcendents with a foundation numbering in the tens of millions?
There was no need to think about it. The Transcendents would surely be unified by the Demonic Orcs.
Even if some Transcendents were willing to help them, they could