These cultivators who came in a hurry are naturally the previous Imperial Supervisors.
Looking at the lively crowd in the venue, as if attending some party gathering, the old Imperial Supervisors were shocked.
This is the end of Star!
The true place of finality! The true meat grinder! Only one in ten survives, and that's just putting it objectively. Once the situation worsens and demons break loose, a full-blown race war erupts. Everyone will die with no burial ground!
In such an extremely dire situation, even the old Imperial Supervisors are panicked, yet this group of rookie Supervisors remains so calm?
Especially the little guy standing at the forefront of the crowd was particularly prominent. Sometimes bowing his head to the left and right, sometimes waving his hand broadly like the host of the party, delivering a splendid speech to guests, and like a general going on an expedition, majestic and gallant.
The old Imperial Supervisors looked at each other.
