Dead Island, within the central mountain range.
Human cultivators landed atop several mountain peaks. Lin Bai was among them. Looking back, he saw figures covering the mountains—more than five hundred in all.
Of course, most of those five hundred-plus cultivators were soldiers of Lingxiao City. The true main force of Five Tribulation Dao Realm cultivators numbered only thirty to fifty.
Xu Shui surveyed the heavens and earth, looking over all the cultivators. When his gaze passed over Lin Bai, his brow furrowed slightly. He immediately walked over and said, "You're only at the Quasi-Dao Realm. What are you doing here? Don't you value your life?"
"Leave at once."
Xu Shui spoke to Lin Bai with some helplessness.
In his view, the weakest cultivators here were all Dao Realm martial artists. Even the soldiers of Lingxiao City were at the level of the First Tribulation Dao Realm.
Of everyone present, Lin Bai had the lowest cultivation.
Of course, Lin Bai could tell that Xu Shui was not looking down on his cultivation. Rather, he felt Lin Bai was throwing his life away for nothing, and had come to warn him out of goodwill.
"I'm only here to broaden my horizons. Once the battle begins, I'll quietly leave. Senior, please don't worry. I naturally have the strength to protect myself and won't cause trouble for the team."
After hearing the goodwill in Xu Shui's words, Lin Bai did not grow angry. He clasped his hands in salute and spoke slowly.
"It's too dangerous. Although three factions of Dao cultivators are joining forces this time, no one can guarantee that we'll succeed. Even this old man believes our chances of victory are extremely low. Once the Corpse King becomes enraged, not only you—even this old man may fall!"
"Leave quickly while it hasn't