At this moment, all eyes were on the old man, each gaze filled with inquisition.
Although the old man had spoken few words, every sentence had hit the core of the matter.
Now, as everyone was devoid of good solutions for the current situation, they naturally pinned their hopes on the old man.
"What should we do?" the old man's face was troubled, under the scrutiny of so many eyes.
Although he had lived for many years, giving him a broader perspective, he lacked any means to subdue demons and eliminate evil – so how could he resolve the current crisis?
With a troubled expression, the old man lowered his head, deep in thought.
The others around him remained silent, though their attention was fixed on the old man, awaiting his response.
As time ticked by, tens of thousands from the Human Clan had slowly gathered, yet the atmosphere was eerily calm.
Everyone's gaze unconsciously rested on the old man.
