The elders spoke one after another, seemingly engaged in a "harmonious" discussion, but the content of their words was fraught with danger.
Because no matter who went, the final outcome would likely be death.
Beneath the calm surface, danger lurked.
Off to the side, Lin Ke was like an outsider, excluded by the elders as though he were of no consequence.
But he understood that this was not because the elders did not want him involved.
Rather, they thought he lacked the ability to intervene.
After all, no matter how they looked at it, he was merely a Golden Core Stage cultivator.
With that level of cultivation, he was no different from a common soldier charging into battle when it came to fighting the Demon Race.
Even if Lin Ke's strength far surpassed that of ordinary Golden Core cultivators, he was merely a slightly stronger soldier, utterly incapable of plunging into the enemy ranks alone.
So at this moment, the elders only wanted to brave the enemy ranks themselves, thereby preserving the others, including prodigies like Lin Ke.
After all, they represented the sect's past. They were its guides and pioneers.
Disciples like Lin Ke, meanwhile, represented the sect's future.
They were its hope and embers, the pillars that would support the sect in the future.
So unless the sect reached the brink of destruction, there was no need for Lin Ke and the others to plunge into the enemy ranks alone.
But Lin Ke would not sit and wait for death.
He would not watch these elders go to their deaths just like that.
After all, if the goal was merely to destroy the formation, sending the elders into the enemy ranks was not the only option.
He immediately tapped his seat, and the resulting knocking instantly interrupted the