Who will go?
This incredibly heavy question now shines brightly before everyone.
The Mystic Monarch has been sealed for countless years, and his power is likely not even a millionth of its former peak.
But even so, he can effortlessly seize the minds of Dao Experts.
Once encountered, it will be utterly hopeless.
Yet if none are willing to go, then these people will be forever adrift in the Guixu Sea.
Sooner or later, the Dragon Whale Giant Ship will not be able to withstand the erosion of the Guixu Sea, and they will perish at sea.
You look at me, I look at him.
The Dao Experts looked at each other, having barely survived the meat grinder of the Southern Ming Wasteland.
Who would be willing to use their life to safeguard others?
"If there's no other way, then let's draw lots."
Seeing that everyone was silent, Hu Tianzong stepped forward to make a decision.
"But..."
"Hmm?"
