Now looking back, it wasn't really a threat; it was the experience and lessons from the ancestors!
"Senior Brother, are we doomed?"
The male teammate nearby still severely injured, with only half of his facial skin regenerated, had a mournful expression, while the female teammate nearby with her eyes blinded by burns sounded calm, but in truth was hopeless: "The ancestors should avenge us. We only wish for a swift death."
"I think, even the ancestor may not be able to defeat them..."
