"That's right. As long as we don't touch that damn Divine Position and don't eat that poisonous crystal, we'll be safe."
Everyone's gaze gathered on Ye Jinghong.
Although the one-year death sentence was hanging over their heads, if walking the Divine Dao meant certain death, everyone would rather just scrape by.
Even if it meant being purged a year later, it was better than being slaughtered like pigs right now.
Ye Jinghong turned around.
In his cold, hard eyes, there was none of the hesitation or fear everyone expected. Instead, a spectral fire burned so intensely that no one dared to meet his gaze.
"Stop?"
Ye Jinghong sneered. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the unyielding quality of clashing steel.
"In this godforsaken place, stopping means waiting to die."
"Advisor Han is capable, and when he says he can protect me, I believe him. But what about you?"
His sharp gaze swept over every person present.
