Once the spiritual cultivators had departed, many of the martial artists ran out to find that man but he was nowhere to be seen. All of them went back, dejected, while Second Uncle Wu solemnly told Wu Rui, “Do you understand the cruelty of the battlefield? This is how it is. He made his choice, and now we must kill more beasts for his noble sacrifice!”

Wu Rui nodded as he clenched his fist. He felt his death had arrived when he saw the tsunami of Savage Sand Rats approaching him. Would I be able to run back to the fortress in time with my speed?

The answer was that he wouldn’t, not with the other beasts intercepting him.

He slowly...