Killing One After Another
Fang Yuan was in an ancient forest, where a biting chill hung in the air.
After secretly contacting Jin Yuan through a voice transmission, he looked around and couldn't help sighing again. "Sigh..."
"What are you sighing about? I'm the one who should be lamenting my rotten luck!"
Wu Qi sat on a boulder with his arms folded, two Origin Core disciples beside him. They made up the entire Substitute Squad.
I wonder what the Holy Mountain was thinking, putting me together with this Wu Qi. Do they want to give us a chance to kill each other? Fang Yuan was somewhat annoyed.
"Kid, try to hold out as long as you can!"
Just then, Wu Qi's voice transmission suddenly sounded in his ear. "Even if we die, we must make enough of a contribution to our tribe and prove our worth!"
This old geezer may have a deep grudge against Mo He, but it looks like he still puts the tribe first!
Fang Yuan nodded to himself.
Besides, he knew that if their group managed to escape, they too would become seeds for the Barbarian Tribe's revival, since they carried some of the tribe's resources.
Though they had far less than the core seeds, they still had enough to support a few people in their cultivation.
It was a trick of making the real seem false and the false seem real—and, at the same time, scattering seeds far and wide.
The Substitute Squads were chosen from among the young, with preference given to those of higher aptitude. If they happened to escape, perhaps they could achieve something after enduring years of arduous cultivation.
As for those like Mo He, whose road ahead was cut off, they could only remain on the Holy Mountain and fight