The roster was finalized quickly.
Zhang Qian spent the night compiling a list of all the young fighters at the Sixth Defense Line who met the requirements.
Under twenty-five, and at Martial Master or higher.
There weren't many who qualified.
The Sixth Defense Line was the front line of the front lines. Young people who came here either died or were crippled, and only a handful survived to become Martial Ancestors.
In the end, they settled on nine people.
Zhang Qian was listed as the tenth.
"You?" Lin Feng looked at the last name on the roster.
"I'm a ninth-stage Martial Artist, and I'm twenty-three. I meet the requirements." Zhang Qian puffed out his chest, doing his best to look dependable.
"Won't you just be a sitting duck in there?"
"I'll handle logistics and communications. I don't need to be on the front lines. Besides, you can't possibly shoulder everything by yourself. Someone has to help you coordinate intelligence."
Lin Feng thought it over, then left his name on the list.
The next day, at five in the morning.
Ten people gathered at the Base Camp's entrance.
Apart from Lin Feng and Zhang Qian, the other eight were young veterans from the Sixth Defense Line. They ranged in age from nineteen to twenty-four, and their cultivation ranged from seventh-stage Martial Master to second-stage Martial Ancestor. The strongest among them was a man named Zhou Yuan, a second-stage Martial Ancestor who was twenty-four and had spent five years in the Northern Territory.
Lin Feng glanced around.
"Everyone ready?"
The others answered in unison, "Ready."
"Once we're inside, stick close to me. Don't be afraid if we run into Exotic Beasts. I'll handle anything you can't beat. If we run into people..."
He paused for a moment.
"Don't be afraid of them