When Xu Wandao realized they were trapped, his face turned extremely grim.
To fight one against three makes an expert. One against ten, a prodigy. One against a hundred, a monster. But to fight one against ten thousand, regardless of life or death—that makes a hero, one destined to become a legend for the ages.
But what Xu Wandao was about to do was single-handedly take on hundreds of thousands of foes, including thirteen Sea Demons comparable to the peak of the Ninth Grade.
This Ninth Grade Great Martial Sect had never felt such despair. It wasn't that Xu Wandao feared death. He feared that the twenty-one future prodigies of his homeland would die here. He couldn't protect anyone, because he couldn't even protect himself.
