.
He looked around,
hoping to find a glimmer of hope in the expressions of the crowd.
However, what he saw were solemn and heavy faces.
No one spoke, no one laughed. Everyone deeply understood the weight of the responsibility on their shoulders.
They were the Guardians of this land, the source of hope for countless people.
"Is there really no way out?"
The Throne Strong Individual silently asked himself.
He was unwilling, unwilling to see this land trampled by Demon Beasts, unwilling to see innocent people suffer.
At that moment, a young cultivator suddenly stood up.
His figure was upright, his features handsome, and his eyes sparkled with determined light.
He looked at the Throne Strong Individual and said loudly:
"Senior, perhaps we can try creating a new array ourselves!"
This time, the array not only resisted the attacks of the Demon Beasts but also launched counterattacks.
