"It's quite troublesome, isn't it? You defeat the small fry, then the big ones come, defeat the big ones, and now the old ones show up. We are just a Middle Immortal Realm, opposing the major forces of a High Immortal Realm is too disadvantageous."
Carson Flores furrowed his brow. He had encountered such situations twice before.
When in the Mortal Realm, he fought against the cultivators from the Blessed Land of Cave Heavens, and when in the Barbaric Wilderness Realm, he fought against Immortals from the Immortal Realm. Now he had become an Immortal himself, yet he might have to face powerful Great Land figures!
This is the sorrow of being grass roots.
The results of your lifelong hard work, others might have right from birth, or even have more, and better!
By yourself, you struggle for decades, but how do you fight against a coalition of mighty figures who've been laboring for thousands or even tens of thousands of years?
