Battlefield

"That might not be so." Ma Chaoming's voice was much softer than before.

"There is no 'might not.' We three hundred Metropolitan Graduates shall surely be buried here alongside Void Sage Fang! Void Sage Fang can be said to have died where he belonged, his death weightier than Mount Tai." Lei Li's words concealed barely suppressed hatred and fury.

"Brother Lei, why must you say such things? We still have hope. Since it is an accumulation, it amounts to a portion of Sainthood's power. We still have a chance!"

Ji Zhibai sneered. "Why deceive yourselves? Even Ji Shouyu's Talent Eye was so easily blocked, and even the sages cannot come to our rescue. We are undoubtedly doomed this time. It is not wrong to say we are being buried alongside Void Sage Fang."

"You cannot put it that way," He Ludong said.

Lei Li sneered. "Let me ask you all: if there had been no Fang Yun this year, would the Demon Barbarians have been willing to use the Moon Tree Phantom to kill us? Without the Moon Tree Phantom, the Demon Barbarians of Desolate City Ancient Land will be unable to receive the Demon Moon's baptism of light for five years. That would be enough for our Human Race to launch a counterattack. The Demon Barbarians' losses would be no less than the deaths of over a hundred Great Demon Kings! Other than Fang Yun, who else is worth such an enormous price from the Demon Barbarians?"

Kong Detian looked coldly at Lei Li. "Brother Lei, it seems you have already abandoned the way of the gentleman! At a time like this, blaming anyone is of no use. What we should do is join hearts and strength to weather this crisis together!"

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