At that moment, Qian Wantong, who was in the group, was filled with reluctance, even carrying a trace of resentment.
The scene from earlier, when the Black Shadows had rushed in and killed ten martial artists, was still echoing in his mind—the way they had suddenly smashed through the Flame Wall, how a swarm of Black Shadows had charged inside, then killed them head-on with terrifying speed.
Their movements had been fast, their attacks vicious, and the sight after those ten martial artists were killed had all filled Qian Wantong with fear, making him not want to go anywhere near that dangerous breach.
But he had no choice. As a team manager under the Qian Family's Xiantian Master Qian Ying, if he retreated, then Qian Ying, a Xiantian Elder, might immediately take action and send him to his death.
Do not think Qian Ying truly cared about the Qian Family martial artists just because he would help every time they encountered danger. The premise was that you were useful. If you were no longer useful, then even if you were a Qian Family Martial Artist, sparing you a glance would be a waste to him.
After all, in this valley, only useful people could survive. The useless could only fend for themselves!
So every previous order had been issued by the two Xiantian Masters, Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing. With his strength at Houtian Layer Ten, he had no right to resist at all. He could only brace himself and go forward, obediently completing the task.
Because of that, Qian Wantong was especially careful during the operation. He kept cautiously standing behind the other martial artists, dragging his footsteps, his wary gaze sweeping over the surrounding darkness, ready at every moment to respond to any sudden situation.
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