Mu Li's expression instantly turned extremely ugly. His fists clenched unconsciously, his knuckles whitening from the force, his heart filled with anger and unwillingness. But when his gaze met Wang Xian's seemingly calm yet unfathomable eyes, his urge to resist was immediately suppressed. Before absolute strength, he knew that any resistance from him would be futile.
"Senior, the situation in this Blood Pool is unclear. If we rashly send someone down, I'm afraid..." Mu Li still tried to make one final struggle, his voice carrying a faint, barely perceptible tremor.
Wang Xian seemed not to hear him. He merely looked at him quietly, his gaze seemingly saying that he had no right to refuse.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly froze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
The Immortal Venerable Grade cultivators present all held their breaths, their gazes shifting back and forth between Wang Xian and Mu Li. No one dared to speak and break the terrifying silence.
After a long while, Mu Li let out a long sigh and slowly turned to look at his subordinates.
His eyes were filled with helplessness and guilt. Before these subordinates who had followed him for many years, he felt powerless for the first time.
"Fifteen, you go down."
Mu Li's voice was low and hoarse, every word seeming to be squeezed out through clenched teeth.
Fifteen, whose name had been called, shuddered violently, terror appearing on his face.
His legs trembled slightly. He wanted to refuse, but after meeting Mu Li's complicated gaze, he swallowed the words that had reached his lips.
He understood that under these circumstances, neither he nor Mu Li had any room to choose.
Fifteen took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself.
He tightened his grip on his weapon and walked