"Cannon fodder?" The three Elder Ancestors were slightly taken aback.
Shen Lang wiped his brow. "It means someone sent to die. Someone whose contributions are for naught and who isn't of much use..."
"..." Nangong Yan and the other two flushed, hastily taking sips of tea to hide their embarrassment.
Shen Lang was likely the only person who would dare call them cannon fodder to their faces—people sent to die, people of little use.
And yet, they couldn't refute his words.
Who was the Blood Ancestor, after all?
He was the primogenitor who created the Blood Race!
His cultivation was world-shaking. Back in the Ancient Era, he was already considered an Evil God!
If such a figure truly wasn't dead and had laid such a grand scheme... then if they rushed in, they would be the ultimate cannon fodder!
