But from the start, when so many scouts had died, now with the Monster having breached the battle formation, there was definitely no good end upon returning.
Upon seeing this scene, Xin Ruogui's lips moved slightly, yet in the end, he didn't speak.
He probably understood his own predicament.
Prestige is something mysterious—it hinges on whether anyone is willing to listen to you.
Due to his previous few mistakes, he probably could only command his own Blue Sea Team now.
Alongside other Martial Artists attacking the Monster, the creature rapidly changed its strategy, continually contracting its body, surrounded by one secret thread of defense after another.
The terrifying pitch-black aura was like a tidal wave, constantly sweeping out in all directions.
"Dark Star!"
Huyan Qiushui saw his comrades suffering heavy casualties and let out a fierce shout.
"Give me three seconds!"