"Junior brother..."!
Members of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect let out cries of utter grief. Their junior brother had died right by their side, and yet, they were powerless to stop it. Years of cultivation together, every memory, now flashed before their eyes. Now, the junior brother's body had shattered into flesh, his death so violent, it left an immense pain within them.
Lin Feng thought to himself, "The Silver-haired Clan has a Racial Talent, a glimmer of silver light that protects their physical body, thus rendering them Undying. However, we, the Human Clan, lack such a talent, which is why the pride of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect perished so tragically right on the spot. It's a sad and lamentable tale."
Lin Feng realized the difficulties in cultivation.
It was a path filled with thorns and dangers, where a slight misstep could lead to utter ruin.
The others, expressionless, continued moving forward.