Upon these words being spoken, the White Crane Venerable realized that the path to survival for himself and his race had appeared.
"Why did we fail?"
"Among the millions of Human Race Sword Cultivators, there are those nearing the Nine Tribulations Venerable, and it may not be just one!"
"Yazi,"
The White Crane Venerable calmly said, "Don't shout useless words like 'trash' here. You would die too if you were in the same position. The Human Race Sword Cultivators are notoriously skilled at sword fighting, slaughter, and escaping."
"Not to mention, those Human Race Sword Cultivators are very good at Concealment."
Nearing the Nine Tribulations Venerable!
Human Race Sword Cultivators nearing the Nine Tribulations Venerable!
The Venerable of Ten Thousand Races around him gasped for breath.
They found it somewhat unbelievable.
