"What else is Worrying you, Big Brother Yan Lai?" a banished man with a face full of bushy beard asked. "We've all seen the methods deployed by the Warden Clan. Forget having only one Mingwei—even if they had ten Mingweis, what could they possibly do to us?"
Hearing this, Yan Lai smiled faintly. "You're right, but don't forget that the brother and sister are in Mingwei's hands, and they're very familiar with this place too. If the Warden Clan were truly confident, why go to the trouble of luring us here to fight them?"
"True..." The bearded man nodded.
The other banished men fell silent as well.
Among the banished men present, only Yan Lai and the banished members of the Xuanyuan Clan belonged to the first echelon. The other twenty-odd banished men were a level weaker.
If they confronted Mingwei and the others head-on, these people would undoubtedly lose.
They all sought to leave this world, so they could only choose to be used by the Warden Clan. This battle's outcome was equally important to them...
Under Xiao Yun's guidance, Mingwei, Old Jin, and their group gradually picked up their pace.
There were no distinct sights in this dim space. Its grayish-white hues were deeply oppressive. Fortunately, these banished men had exceptionally strong states of mind, and every one of them wore a calm expression.
However, the elders of the various clans and the elite Desolate Gods were extremely tense. At the slightest stir in the grass, they would become intensely vigilant. Maintaining such vigilance for so long would quickly exhaust them.
Only Mingwei and the others leading the way could give them a faint sense of reassurance...
After advancing for a hundred miles, everyone heard the sound of water crashing—"splash, splash"—as though the tides of a vast sea