"Hey… Holy Land is so huge. How could Li Wei appear here? Just accept reality."
When one of the North District candidates said this, the faint hope that had appeared in everyone's eyes faded again.
They looked at the towering Gold-Winged Black Wind Beast before them.
Despair spread quietly.
Among them, Bai Ye's expression was the ugliest.
Once upon a time he had been the first genius of the thirty-six cities in the North District.
Once he had been proud beyond measure.
Once people surrounded him, flattering him and praising his talent.
Back then he believed himself extraordinary, almost like a chosen son of heaven.
But now?
Now he was no different from a helpless insect.
All the glory of the past meant nothing in the face of death. All those shining titles seemed dim and meaningless.
Worse still, Bai Ye knew something in his heart.
It was his decision that had dragged everyone here.
