The thought transmission from Old Dragon Li Gao did not surprise Su Fan.
What difference did it make where he went? Either way, he would become cannon fodder, and sooner or later, death was unavoidable.
Yet Su Fan was unwilling deep down. What he hated most was having his fate clutched in someone else's hands, without even the room to resist.
Unfortunately, things had come to this. No matter how unwilling he was, there was nothing he could do.
He was like a lump of dough for others to knead. Though he could clearly see the dangers ahead, he could only watch helplessly as he was pushed forward.
That feeling of being unable to control his own fate was so stifling it was enough to drive anyone mad.
"Senior... then why did they forcibly erase those people's memories?" Su Fan suppressed the irritation in his heart and sent his question to Li Gao.
"What else could it be for?"
Li Gao's thought transmission carried a hint of mockery and coldness. "Not one of those fellows who were recruited will come back alive..."
Su Fan froze, and his heart lurched.
"Those who were recruited were either late-Integration Stage cultivators or top-tier sword cultivators. Even if they went to other domains to fight, they shouldn't have been completely wiped out..."
"Boy, you're still too naïve..." Li Gao's thought transmission dripped with scorn.
"In battles of that level, the Old Monsters from the upper realms of both sides will personally enter the fray. Late-Integration Stage? In their eyes, they're worse than ants. A casual wave of the hand can wipe out a whole swath of them. How could they possibly survive..."
Su Fan sucked in a cold breath, and a profound sense of helplessness swept through him.
He finally understood why that great