Since the three of them had been accepted by Zou Rui as nominal disciples, they were naturally clever and perceptive. From their master's words, they immediately understood his purpose.
It was true that he had agreed to bring those Mahayana cultivators to ascend to the Miro Realm, and he might even look after them to some extent after they arrived there. But he had never intended to let everyone ascend to the upper realm.
This great battle was a process of survival of the fittest.
Only those who were powerful enough to survive the battle would be brought to ascend to the upper realm. This battle was a test for everyone, and also a process of weeding out the rotten and preserving the refined.
Zou Rui could speak of this so frankly in front of the three of them, which naturally meant he regarded them as his own people.
Of the several hundred Mahayana cultivators, only five—including the three of them—had been accepted by Zou Rui as nominal disciples. What he valued was naturally their cultivation aptitude, as well as their greater suitability for cultivating Zou Rui's Sea of Blood cultivation technique.
"We disciples know what to do now." The three bowed and spoke respectfully.
"Have Ji Shuang and the others take the lead and reach an offensive and defensive agreement with the other side. As long as their numbers are reduced, that will suffice. Before the battle even began, they had already lost more than a hundred people. Without my refining method, those injured people could not possibly recover in a short time. In that case, their numbers will be about the same as Ji Shuang's group. With both sides evenly matched, they need only go all out; there is no need to care about victory or defeat. Fifty