"What risk? It feels like we're marching to our deaths."
"We haven't even reached the destination, are we going to die halfway?"
"It's too dangerous; these space rifts are unpredictable. Can we back out now?"
Many demons were frightened, pondering retreat.
Green and others exchanged glances, sneering as they blocked the way back: "You think you're here for a stroll? Now you can only move forward; don't blame us for being harsh if you try to retreat!"
The demons who wanted to retreat could only close their mouths sullenly, pressing on with gritted teeth.
The fate of the fallen ones made everyone more cautious, slowing down and tightly clutching the tokens in their hands as they proceeded with trepidation.
A Bone Demon, seeing too many space rifts ahead, stopped in its tracks.
Yet, within a few breaths, a rift appeared out of nowhere where it stood, splitting its body in two along the crack.
