However, the prudent senior cultivator frowned, suspecting that the earlier deaths of the great cultivators might be connected to the desolate.
But he had no evidence, and no one believed that the desolate could command that ancient beast. It was unimaginable, simply impossible!
"In any case, be careful!" The senior cultivator sternly advised. He was one of the leaders of the various armies, highly respected, and everyone present valued his opinion.
"Rest assured, once we surround him, we will strike immediately, not giving him the slightest chance!"
"Rest assured, sir, we will strike together. How can a young punk defy the heavens?"
A group of people set off, fueled with anger and indignation, rushing into the Heavenly Beast Forest to swiftly kill the desolate.
Because this battle was too disgraceful, yielding no pleasing results yet sacrificing so many masters, the losses were heavy.
