You should know that the struggle to join the sect takes at least half a year and at most a year to end.
It's only been a month, and no less than ten Martial Saints have died tragically. So, when the battle to join the sect is over, how many Martial Saints will have lost their lives?
thirty?
Fifty?
eighty?
Or one hundred?
It is an abandoned land with scarce resources, difficult to cultivate, and the number of Martial Saints is extremely rare.
With the foundation of the Great Zhou Kingdom, the number of Martial Saints in the country is definitely no more than ten.
Among the thirteen countries in the abandoned land, the comprehensive national strength of the Great Zhou Kingdom is in the middle.
Abandoned Land, Thirteen Kingdoms,
The number of Martial Saints, both openly and secretly, definitely does not exceed two hundred.
If more than a hundred Martial Saints lost their lives due to the struggle to join the sect, the Abandoned Land would definitely be devastated and its vitality would be severely damaged.
“People die for money and birds die for food!”
Li Siyuan sighed and said, "Most of the Martial Saints are over sixty years old. The older ones already have a short lifespan. If they don't fight now, they will die of old age here for the rest of their lives."
"If you don't fight, you're destined to die of old age in the cage. If you fight, there's a chance you can escape. If I were you, I'd risk my life!"
Li Siyuan understood those martial saints.
It's okay to understand, but what if someone wants the token on him?
Can.
Exchange them for other tokens.
If not, then he can only say: Sorry!
Li Siyuan's mind suddenly moved. He looked up and saw a figure slowly walking out of the library.
The visitor was not from the palace, but he was able to get to the heavily guarded library without alerting the guards.
The person coming is not simple!
Li Siyuan couldn't help but squint his eyes.
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