When Yan Chishan had impulsively wanted to descend into the earth's core to search for his dead elder brother and his son, whose fate remained unknown, he had never considered how dangerous it was. But after Falcon Hall fell there and was wiped out to the last man, he had begun to take it seriously.
For a place that had already swallowed several mighty powerhouses, the proper course would have been to send Legendary Experts at the Earth Rank Tenth Transformation, or even have a Heaven-Tier Powerhouse take action in person.
Yet Fang Qianyuan had insisted on sending them.
With Yan Chishan's cultivation and strength, together with Elder Huang's and Elder Yan's accumulated resources, they could probably muster a force no weaker than the previous Falcon Hall team if they exhausted every means at their disposal. But at best, the two forces would be six of one and half a dozen of the other.
Even with the Alliance troops they could mobilize in an official capacity, this expedition still promised far more peril than hope. Even if they survived, they would lose several layers of skin.
He therefore quickly understood. Venerable Fang is sending us to our deaths!
At that thought, a chill crept through Yan Chishan's lips and teeth, and he stood rooted to the spot.
Elder Yan sank back into his chair in a daze, muttering, "When the sovereign demands his subject's death, the subject has no choice but to die. When Heaven decrees a man's end, he has no choice but to perish..."
"But... but we are Honored Elders. How can we be sent into battle as cannon fodder?"
"Venerable Fang, if you wish to deal with those people, I have no objection whatsoever. Never mind that they were at fault-even if they had done nothing