The hesitant, anxious sects saw the Extreme Fire Sect's response, felt their hearts warm, and immediately followed.
Wasn't this exactly what they had followed them all this way for? Only a struggle between the great sects would give them a chance. Otherwise, they would never find divine fire on their own, even if they died trying. Their experiences so far had made that clear to all of them.
They knew how dangerous this was, but the temptation of divine fire was simply too great for artifact refiners like them.
Of course, heading deeper into the Forbidden Ground still left each group uneasy. But seeing that even the Extreme Fire Sect showed no fear, they clung to the hope that if the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up. Desire was a demon, and in the star-speckled night sky, countless demonic eyes seemed to look down on the living, their twinkling a mockery.
Following behind on Wind Scales, You Mu turned toward Xu Anchang beside him and said worriedly, "The dangers of the Forbidden Ground aren't just rumors. If we keep heading straight in like this, sooner or later we'll run into trouble."
Xu Anchang glanced back at his fellow disciples behind them and replied, "Do we have a choice?"
You Mu understood what he meant. Tong Mingshan now had a chance of taking first place. If they stood aside and refused to help, they would have no way to answer to their superiors-unless they silenced everyone with them, along with Shi Chun and his companions. Otherwise, the Demonic Path's punishments would certainly be more terrifying than the Forbidden Ground and would make them regret ever being born.
The crucial problem was that they could not silence everyone. Too many people now knew Shi Chun's group had a chance