The blonde Grandmaster from the Divine Shield Federation could no longer maintain his composure.
He shot to his feet, his voice completely twisted by fear.
"Profound Prison Great Venerable! If it's a dead end, then what are we supposed to do?"
"Are we just supposed to wait here to die?!"
"That's right! We can't give up on this path!"
The representative from the Valhalla Alliance chimed in urgently.
"If we turn back, we won't even survive tonight's darkness!"
Despair, like a plague, erupted in the great hall in an instant.
Han Feng didn't speak.
He just sat quietly on his stone chair.
Like a spectator who had stumbled into a chess game, he watched with cold detachment.
He watched as these elites, who could call the winds and summon the rains within the Dragon Abyss Secret Realm, were stripped of all pretense by a single sentence, exposing their most primal fear.
He knew he was by no means the most desperate one here.
"Senior."
