One person after another stepped forward to register. Then Huo Hai followed a group of dejected people out. After all, this time they were going up against the Heavenly Soul Sect. What could ordinary Rogue Cultivators like them possibly do?
In the end, were they not simply cannon fodder meant to wear down the enemy? No matter how many Rogue Cultivators died, no one would remember them. People would always remember the powerful Sects. Thus, these Rogue Cultivators not only hated the Heavenly Soul Sect, but also resented these Top-Tier Sects. Only, no one knew how long that resentment would last. At the very least, the great Sects did not care.
"Oh, so that was it. I was wondering how he knew so much." Suddenly, Huo Hai spotted that young man from before signaling to people from the two major Sects, then quietly slipping away from the crowd.
No wonder that young man knew so much, and no wonder people had arrived so soon after he finished speaking. He had deliberately come to brainwash the others while spreading bad news about the Heavenly Soul Sect.
These secrets had spread so quickly; it seemed the shadows of the major Sects lay behind them as well. Huo Hai turned to look at the old man who had spoken earlier, only to find him wearing a face of grief and indignation, never having left this place. It seemed the old man had genuinely learned similar news somewhere. He simply had not expected to be caught as well.
Looking around, Huo Hai discovered that many more Rogue Cultivators, mercenaries, and others had been brought over. Their group was merely one part of a long procession. "Hurry, hurry! These are today's recruits. Send them to the front line at once."
Once everyone had arrived, they