A Plan

"If only we didn't lose one thousand Martial Emperors in the Special Realm."

Regret filled his heart as he swallowed the pill. He might be the one who didn't want to accept death the most in this entire sect due to his nature, but he would be the most decisive one after knowing it was futile to struggle. Rather than accepting his death, taking one of them down with him would actually make him feel better.

Having gathered enough resolve to do so, he shouted. "All disciples who have the Berserk Pill. Don't care about your wound or whatsoever, and just think about solely killing them."

He was at breaking point despite fully knowing that Alex had Space Element. There was still a single solution if Alex truly escaped with his Space Element. They could just spread out and attack the array separately.