I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the Beast Emperor. There was a dead silence all around, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

In a flash, a biting cold wind blew past, and the strong smell of blood in the wind hit the face, making people feel nauseous.

The Beast Emperor gradually regained his composure in the cold wind. He slowly turned around and saw that the blood of the Ximen Imperial Clan disciple had evaporated completely, leaving only a dry dark red mark on the ground.

The Beast Emperor's body was covered with shocking sword wounds. The skin and flesh were rolled up at the wounds, and blood was oozing out continuously, staining his clothes red.

But he ignored these wounds and let the pain follow him, as if only such real physical pain could slightly soothe the tearing pain deep in his heart, as if only by using pain to relieve pain could he temporarily forget the sorrow in his heart.

When everyone dragged their tired and injured bodies back to the Tower of Babel and the temple, everyone was in a terrible condition, and without exception, they had injuries that were either light or serious.

"This... We dispatched top-tier fighters, and we far outnumbered them. How did we still suffer such heavy casualties?"

A disciple from Honghuang City had an expression of disbelief on his face, his tone filled with frustration and confusion.

"Yes, these eight people from the Ximen Imperial Clan don't look like core disciples, but how can ordinary disciples have such terrifying combat power?"

Faced with the sighs of admiration from the disciples of Honghuang City and the six major forces who had not yet truly witnessed the strength of the Ximen Imperial Clan, all the members of the Ferocious Beast Clan chose to remain silent.

Facts speak louder than words. The scars all over the bodies of these returning people are the most powerful evidence, silently telling of the power and terror of the strong people in the core area, and clearly showing the huge gap in strength between the two sides in front of everyone.

Even though Ye Chongren spared no effort to improve everyone's strength, compared with the Ximen Imperial Family, everyone was still like ants facing a dragon, and the gap was huge.

"Why on earth is this happening? We've worked so hard for so long, expended vast quantities of resources, and even mastered the means to slow down the flow of time, yet we still can't change this tragic situation. We can only watch our companions perish before our very eyes!"

These words were like a heavy hammer, echoing repeatedly in everyone's ears and striking their hearts deeply, causing them to begin to doubt what was the point of practicing so hard all this time?

Is it just that it has transformed from a tiny ant into a slightly larger ant?

"So what? They want to control my fate with their own strength... Absolutely impossible!"

Nezha clenched his fists suddenly, and a ball of blazing fire instantly ignited in the palm of his hand. The flames exploded under his tight grip, and sparks flew everywhere.

He is Nezha, the passionate young man who shouted "My destiny is in my own hands, not in the hands of God." He has a stubborn spirit in his bones that is fearless and will never admit defeat. Naturally, he will not bow to fate easily!

However, Nezha's passionate words did not ignite everyone's fighting spirit as he had hoped.

Everyone still looked gloomy, dejected, and lifeless.

Every time, they finally mustered up the courage and boosted their morale, but as soon as they fought with the people in the core area and went through a battle, the morale that they had built up with so much difficulty would instantly collapse and disappear without a trace.

Now, when they want to regain their morale, they only feel a deep sense of powerlessness, as if they are tightly bound by an invisible yet indestructible shackle, unable to break free.

"Enough! Our origins are an established fact that we cannot choose or change.

Either die in silence, or fight to the death, strike fear into their hearts, and even if I die... I will splatter their blood!"