Of course, they do not fear death; after all, it's merely a clone. They just feel that reaching the end is too difficult, with no hope in sight.
The road ahead will only be harder.
The Sword Master casually brushed the Broken Sword and said lightly, "Since we're here, we naturally have to take a look."
Yu Hua replied, "Don't worry, you're definitely going to die before me."
The elder named Duo Bao chuckled and said, "It's always worth it to try."
The one who seemed to stand among the crowd yet independent, "Void," looked up and smiled faintly, "I indeed have some interest in taking a look. Don't hold me back."
The God named Xuan Valley exchanged a glance with the female Sword Immortal on his shoulder, saying nothing.
At the back of the team, the blood-soaked young Ancestor Ning slightly panted, saying nothing as well. If not for the protection of the Sword Master and World Venerable, he would have already fallen like the others ahead.
