But he alone—no, even if all the Trialists combined their strength—stood no chance against this group.
If he were to summon the Huai Kong Race, they could certainly wipe out the surrounding Beast Masters, but he and his companions would never escape the Celestial Sea. It was a dead end either way.
'After thinking it over and over, the only way to save my life... is to submit to the Deep Sea Beastmasters' inspection.'
A total of 47 Beast Masters had survived to return to the Celestial Sea. Their numbers had been cut by more than two-thirds since they entered over four years ago—a catastrophic loss.
Most of them were the prodigies and elites of their respective families. The magnitude of the loss was hard to imagine.
"Form a line! One by one," a Blood Shark Beastmaster with a vicious glint in his eyes ordered from the front, motioning for the remaining Trialists to line up for inspection.
