But Liu Fengxiao and the other Fifth Realm cultivators understood even better that if another beast tide crashed into them like before, they were bound to be the ones reduced to cannon fodder.
The groundwork for joining forces had begun in a small circle long ago. This was simply the moment it burst into the open. In particular, after Liu Fengxiao's little circle won the support of all the Fifth Realm cultivators, he grew bolder still.
Wu Fazhu was at a loss for words. Liu Fengxiao's question had struck right at his heart.
In his eyes, these low-level cultivators were cannon fodder by nature. No matter how he changed the labels or dressed it up, deep down, that had never changed.
"Together, we still have a sliver of hope. Divided, we're doomed. This is the time to weather the storm together—why sow discord among ourselves?"
The speaker was the blue-faced cultivator who had claimed a white-grade beast core. Given the strength he had displayed, he was vaguely second only to Wu Fazhu.
Wu Fazhu said, "That's exactly right. I, Wu, am merely the temporary one calling the shots, not your master. Once we break into the Heavenly Demon Domain, our alliance will naturally dissolve. Why are you all so suspicious of me?"
The blue-faced cultivator said, "Brother Wu makes a fair point. But as the one calling the shots, you should set an example. At this turbulent juncture, if you personally venture into the cave to investigate, all the rumors will naturally die out."
"Lin Dongqing!" Wu Fazhu had never expected that at this critical moment, even Lin Dongqing, a full-realm cultivator, would stab him in the back.
In truth, compared with Lin Dongqing and the others, Wu Fazhu felt he was the one being wronged.
He had fought for