"With so many Tier Two Demon Beasts guarding the place, if we try to force our way through, we'll probably end up just like that bald guy."
"Let's take the long way around, Captain."
Old Liu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Let's fall back two islands. It's farther, but it's better than getting ourselves killed here."
The other teams around them clearly thought the same.
Having witnessed the tragic scene just now, any lingering hope they had was completely crushed.
Many began to pack their gear, preparing to turn back and leave.
The atmosphere at the cliff's edge was as stagnant as a pool of dead water.
Only the faint sound of the churning Blood Sea below could be heard, setting everyone's nerves on edge.
The few elite Tier Two Wind Falcons were still preening their feathers on the stone pillars across the chasm, occasionally letting out a sharp cry or two.
It was as if they were mocking the helpless two-legged creatures on this side.
