It's over, insect!

"Tianchen's dead... Feng Feng's caught up... We're... we're finished!"

"We can't escape... There's no way out..."

"I don't want to die..."

"Fight them! We're dead either way!"

Among the surviving elves, several young prodigies with weaker nerves finally buckled under the relentless blows and the approach of death. Their bodies shook violently as they babbled desperate cries and futile pleas for mercy.

"Shut up!!"

Xue Ye roared hoarsely:

"If anyone dares say another word to undermine morale... I'll cut him down myself!"

His furious shout instantly silenced the chaos.

The remaining elf prodigies were still terrified, but none dared make another sound.

Xue Ye had earned his authority in the group through battle after battle.

Even grievously wounded and near death, he still commanded respect.

Once the clamor subsided a little, Xue Ye drew a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He knew that even a flicker of panic could prove fatal now.

His gaze stayed locked on Feng Feng atop the stone pillar as his mind raced, searching for even the slimmest chance of survival.

Beg for mercy? Useless.

The Phoenix Descendant Clan is vicious. They'll never spare us.

Trade our points for our lives? What a joke. They can get the points just as easily by killing us.

What can I do? What the hell can I do?

"Xue Ye, what... what do we do now?"

Beside him, Jiang Xuemian asked quietly, his voice filled with helplessness and uncertainty.

Xue Ye's throat was dry. He did not want to speak, because he had no answers himself.

Yet he had to speak. He was the backbone of the group now. If he showed even a trace of uncertainty or helplessness, the surviving group would collapse completely.

In a flash, a name burst into his mind like a