At these words!
The rugged-faced bull demon nodded, his expression darkening as well:
"Got it.
But I don't plan to withdraw just yet."
Seeing the questioning look in the Seahorse Clan cultivator's eyes, he said gravely:
"Brother Ma, you and I both know that this great battle is fraught with immense danger.
And as time passes, the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's powerful experts will inevitably enter the fray on a large scale to sweep us clean. Peril lurks on every side.
But you must understand—the greater the danger, the richer the rewards!"
He pointed at the chaotic battlefield below, and at the Storage Bags left behind by fallen cultivators, along with the flashing radiance of Magic Treasures:
"Neither of our bloodlines is considered outstanding within our clans, and the cultivation resources allotted to us in ordinary times are limited.
If we want to walk farther down the Immortal Path in the future, we will ultimately have to fight and seize it for ourselves. We cannot place all our hopes on the clan favoring us.
And this chaotic battlefield is precisely our best chance to seize resources and fight for that sliver of opportunity to advance!
If we shrink back in fear and retreat now, we may not even find another chance to stake our lives in battle later!"
As the little demon of the Seahorse Clan listened to his companion, his expression shifted uncertainly. He looked at the streaks of light constantly fleeing in the distance, then at the ownerless resources nearby. In the end, he gritted his teeth, a resolute look appearing on his face:
"Fine!
Brother Bull, you're right!
Wealth and honor are sought amid danger!
Then I'll go mad with you this once!
As long as we don't die, we absolutely won't leave before we've obtained