The Soul Cultivator
Tang Yunting silently turned his head. The bandages wrapped around his eyes fluttered gently in the breeze, and a cold, proud smile lifted the corner of his mouth. In a soft voice, he said, "If we include the hidden presence, they have enough people to wipe us out."
"Hiss..." Everyone drew in a sharp breath. Wu Luochuan's face went deathly pale. He swallowed, his hand clutching his sister's sleeve trembling slightly. It seemed the words had truly frightened him.
Wu Qianqian was just as uneasy, but being a little older, she managed to keep her emotions in check. She took a slow breath to steady herself, then asked with a bitter smile, "Brother Yun Ting, are we going to die here?"
Tang Xiaoli clenched her fist and turned to her with a bold grin. "Don't be afraid. Those bastards will have to lose a layer of skin to swallow us whole! Even if I die fighting, I'll drag a few beasts to hell with me!"
Her voice wasn't loud, but her words brimmed with force. Everyone couldn't help laughing wryly, yet at the same time, a surge of fighting spirit rose within them.
They would fight. Even if their opponents were far stronger, they would fight to the death and take them down with them.
Tang Yunting frowned slightly. Though the bandages over his eyes kept him from seeing everyone's expressions, his powerful Soul Power clearly sensed the shifts in their emotions.
He spoke quietly. "Don't forget what Brother Xuanzhi said. This isn't where we'll have our decisive battle with the Devil Race. It would be best if we can kill them, but if we're not sure we can win, staying alive matters too."
Everyone froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile without replying. Still,