After the slaughter that befall upon the 'strongest' lot of the Gu Clan younger generation by the Ironback Abyss Crocodiles, the atmosphere within the Gu Clan's expedition team had become exceedingly gloomy.
The disciples who had survived the ambush walked in silence, their expressions heavy as they left behind the corpses of their fallen brothers buried in the swamp.
But the smell of their blood still lingered on their bodies.
Some disciples occasionally stole glances at Gu Chen who walked with a solemn expression on his face, his robes stained with the blood of both beasts and comrades alike.
Meanwhile others quietly whispered among themselves in confusion and fear. They might have screamed at the top of their voices earlier that they would die for the Gu Clan, but with every step they took, doubt began to creep in their hearts.
