The Tribulation Was About to Begin

Xuan Ning had finished rescuing all the members of his race. At this moment, the only ones outside the Natural Barrier were Xuan Ming, Xuan Lin, and several of Bee Ancestor's clones. Once they returned, Ling Tian and the others could flee into the Land of Chaos—but that was never going to happen.

Experts had their pride. Bee Ancestor had been powerful all his life, and he wasn't about to flee when faced with several Tribulation Crossing Stage experts. For the sake of his honor, he wouldn't retreat a single step, even if it meant his death.

Afraid of attracting Mahayana Stage experts, Xuan Ming and Xuan Lin didn't dare approach Ling Tian and the others. Hiding behind Bee Ancestor, they sent a voice transmission to Ling Tian and the others, telling them to leave first.

Hearing Xuan Ci's desperate pleas, Ling Tian's heart twisted with pain. But he also knew that Xuan Ming and the others had good reason to be concerned. For the moment, he couldn't think of a solution that would save everyone.

"Alas, Brother Xuan Ci, all we can do now is hope Bee Ancestor Elder will protect the two seniors." Ling Tian sighed softly, his voice filled with helplessness.

"Ci'er, don't make things difficult for Brother Ling Tian. He's done all he can." Seeing that Xuan Ci still wanted to say something, Xuan Ning spoke up. His brows were tightly furrowed, his expression full of helplessness. "As Brother Ling said, all we can do now is put our hopes in Bee Ancestor."

"I'm sorry. It's because you came to save me that the two seniors..." Ling Tian was consumed with guilt.

"How could this be your fault? If not for you, our race would have been wiped out long ago." Xuan Ning hurriedly replied. "Besides,