The Lord of the Universe had finally given Ling Tian and the others their mission, and this time they had only ten thousand years to prepare. That was still a long time, at least for Chi Xue and the others, who had been hunted all along. But compared to the previous deadline of a hundred thousand years, it was far, far shorter.
At least this gave Chi Xue and his people hope. After all, they knew that the longer this dragged on, the worse things would get for them. This was already the best outcome they could hope for, even though they knew that many cultivators would surely be killed over the next ten thousand years. Ling Tian's strength kept growing, while Chi Xue and his people were in increasingly poor condition. Naturally, many cultivators would die in these circumstances.
"That's right. Ling Tian's strength can keep increasing. Ten thousand years isn't very long, but it'll still be enough for him to make a noticeable leap. And with him constantly harrying us, our condition is getting worse by the day. I'm afraid even more cultivators will be killed over the next ten thousand years." Fei Ling spoke gravely, her brows furrowing as she continued, "At this rate, there won't be many cultivators left to fight Ling Tian and that Heaven-Devouring Wolf in ten thousand years. We might not even have two hundred."
In the past, two hundred cultivators would have posed a tremendous threat to Ling Tian and Little Devourer, especially with Venerable Sword Saint on their side. But now, because Ling Tian was keeping Chi Xue and the others occupied, they couldn't improve their strength. The gap between them and Ling Tian and Little Devourer was growing wider and wider. Under these circumstances, killing or even capturing Ling Tian