Ye Lin stood to one side, listening to the two discuss. Everywhere his divine sense reached, there was utterly nothing. He had also checked the two men's panels. There were opportunities, but not here.
So he could only wait—wait until everyone had arrived, then change locations. These people seemed very familiar with this place.
Following the main group would let him muddle along more safely. Otherwise, stubbornly going his own way would only get himself killed. After all, he was unfamiliar with everything here. The waters ran deep here; one careless step, and he could drown in them.
"Alright, it seems everyone has arrived."
While the two had been discussing, the disciples around them had all gathered. However, one person was still absent: Liu Bai.
"One missing?"
The young man swept his gaze around and immediately frowned. He was in charge this time. If even one disciple died, the Holy Lord would hold him accountable upon their return.
He had no desire to be subjected to a thorough scolding from the Holy Lord.
"Senior Brother, that junior disciple is currently battling cultivators of the Qiang Wu Clan. Judging by the situation, he should settle it sooner or later, so there's no need to worry too much."
"Fine."
A disciple in the crowd spoke up. The young man nodded, then looked around.
"Everyone, heavenly treasures and earthly materials are scarce here. Even if we change locations several more times, it will be the same—our gains will remain meager. Therefore, we have decided to turn our blades on the Blood Beasts."
The young man at the front rubbed his hands together, his eyes narrowing. His tone was filled with chilling killing intent.
"Oh? Interesting. I think it's worth trying."
A young man below spoke, and killing intent surged from each of them.