Gu Yiming looked at the surging Soul Tide outside the fortress and anxiously bit into his flatbread, feeling weak and sore all over.
He was an elite hunter from Benevolent Mountain Village. The village belonged to Benevolent Mountain Town, which was under the protection of the Azure Snow Sect.
The Gu Family had lived in the village for six generations. It had now flourished to more than two hundred members, yet there were only two elite hunters. The other was his uncle, who was already rather old and remained behind to defend the village. Gu Yiming had been drafted to the frontline fortress to hold back the Soul Tide.
As Gu Yiming tore off another large bite of flatbread, he heard a long sigh beside him. It was Wang Yongnian from the same village, also an elite hunter. He was covered in blood and looked terrible. "I'm afraid we won't make it through this time."
Wang Yongnian was nearly sixty. The Wang Family truly had no suitable elite hunters left, so he had no choice but to volunteer. This was already the fourth time he had taken part in resisting a Soul Tide.
The blood on him was all his own, drained to force the soul qi from his body. His injuries were not particularly severe, but he had never felt such despair before. "The Soul Tide hasn't weakened at all. There are still too few immortals from the sects. This hurdle will be hard to cross."
Elite martial warriors were what this World Domain called them. They were roughly equivalent to High-Rank Martial Masters in the Kunhao Realm. Once an immortal sect recognized them as elites, they had a certain chance of learning immortal arts or having their children recommended for cultivation.
Gu Yiming was in his early thirties