"So, if you want to resolve the Dark Turmoil, you don't need to deal with every Forbidden Ground. You only need to deal with some of them."
"But now that we've said this, our topic has circled back to where it began."
"That is, the Forbidden Grounds are very powerful. Just because some of them haven't eaten their fill doesn't mean they are weak."
"With your current strength, you are no match for them at all."
Hearing this, Zhao Wu Yu, who stood nearby, directly knelt before Chen Changsheng.
"My father died by your hand. By all reason, I should never have come to beg you."
"But for the sake of all living things, please show us a clear path."
Faced with Wu Yu's plea, Chen Changsheng said nothing. He merely looked at him quietly.
At that moment, Jun Lin, blood still streaking his face, spoke. "Get up. Grandfather Changsheng will not tell you about this path."
"Because this is a path that cannot be spoken aloud."
Hearing this, Wu Yu looked at Jun Lin in confusion. Jun Lin spoke numbly.
"If we cannot defeat the enemy with strength, then we can only frighten them away with our momentum."
"The thing that can intimidate an enemy the most is surely a charge that treats death as home."
"Perish together with the Forbidden Ground powerhouses who haven't eaten their fill, and fight to the death against those who are three-tenths full."
"As long as our attitude is fierce enough, the rest will naturally be scared away."
"We are all sacrifices on this path. Whoever lives to the end depends on luck."
"The reason Grandfather Changsheng refuses to say it plainly is because the road to death is destined to be unfair."
"Who dies first and who dies later—these things are all